Jan 24, 2010 01:03
Uuaagh.
My mother.
I hate it when she thinks she right. Dios. Mio. I want to go home...
But (and no one tell her, seriously) it's nice to get to lie down a little more often and not to have to get up to change Nicky every time he needs changing and Isandro gave him a bath while I had a bath in the next room and almost fell asleep in it. But now my mother is walking around with this great aura of I was so rightedness even when she doesn't say anything and if I stay here much longer I might scream.
I sort of collapsed the other day. Esperanza came round to the rescue and then Isandro, a little later, and I did go to my doctor but she said she can't find anything wrong with me, it was probably just exhaustion, and it probably just crept up on me without me noticing anything... And anyway I'm fine and Nicky's fine and there's no reason for anyone to worry about anything.