Today one of the many many baby websites I subscribe to, sent me a newsletter about the things im meant to be experiencing, feeling, doing and watching out for.
Isn't it interesting how as we become more technically advanced, we also become more mentally and emotionally reliant on the technologies we create? Im not complaining but someday when I go back to studies – it is something I hope someone (not me cause im just too lazy!) will focus their thesis on.
I can already hear Ricardo saying yes yes for the hundred and tenth time as I ramble 
about another thesis idea for someone else to study! Not me --- someone else! Have I mentioned I come from an academic-obsessed family but somehow I missed the part when we were getting our share of genes on the academic side?
Anyway – so yeah, im reading todays newsletter and it tells me that im probably driving my partner (only in my case its him, daughter and the nanny too are along for the ride!) MAD with all my spit-shining, organising, cleaning, washing (YES! I washed all weekend and with my hands too!) as I prepare for Jacob.
This morning I yelled at the nanny (who happens to be my grand aunt too) because she had used the brush I use for washing the kids clothes on her feet! Remind me to buy her some pumice stone or whatever it is women who are fussy with their feet use when they shower. I for one have always had ugly man-feet and even uglier nails that I fail at disguising with nail polish. So needless to say that my feet are a part of my body that I ignore. Seeing as how I don’t get foot massages (wudnt that be nice too!) – I have never had reason to pamper them. Whats a pedicure?? (an idea for a belated 30th birthday present maybe RICK??)!!!
On the weekend I mustv made my poor loving husband come outside to the wash area to lift the bucket … from one sink into the other, from the sink to the floor, from the floor to the top of the old washing machine, from …. U get my drift?... yes I think I did that at least 10 times a day and I washed on Saturday and Sunday.
So that’s a total of 20 times that I tortured my husband and not once did he complain. Of course, I realise later that it might have been a better idea to just wait for the nanny to get home on Sunday afternoon to do the washing…. "NO, I absolutely MUST DO THEM NOW" was my response to Pio when he asked why I couldn’t just wait for the nanny (her name is Nau!) to get home.
When the nanny did get home at around 7pm on Sunday night --- she looked me at me with a really weird look followed by a 'What are you doing?' … as I was sitting on the ground catching my breath because I had finished my fifth load of (hand) washing that afternoon … have I said it was now 7pm?
Yes --- spit shining is setting in. I have to blame nature – we all become our real animal selves at one time or another – I think for me its when I start to prepare the nest for the birth of an offspring.
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