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noses on the fifth

We noses in the fifth, the fifth baaardzo. Ie Me and My Munio.
"Our Lord" went only for a few days to so. delegation, and we can not be traced.
wanders around like two dismal smutasy the empty flat and miss you ...
Nothing in our house is not cool ... at least today!
And that's terrible rains, it rains and rains. We eat the cookies (Munio dogs', and I oat)
Before leaving, my husband asked if he will be with us as a baby too so I will miss you and grieve, because surely the child should be brave. Odpowiedziłam that I will be brave, but I thought it would be if all three of the fifth toes.

There is nothing else but the longing to sing pisenka Kabretu Old Men ...

Without you I'm as sad as a funeral procession in the rain, the wind
Without you I'm deprived from all over the world want
Without you I'm ugly, without any chance in women
Without you I'm helpless, like a dog What came out of the sleigh
Without you I'm too short on a long journey through the world
Without you I'm tiny and I hail can ruin
Without you I'm so boring, like academies "in honor"
Without you I'm so hard that I hardly stand myself
Without you I'm incomplete, something like a quarter or half
Without you I'm a complete balloon, scoundrel, and ox ... etc..

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weeping willow, sleepy

I can feel the great, the November drowsiness, low energy reserves and slowness. But do not give up - I walk August after the cold streets all wrapped and whenever I can I hide my blue toy cars (in this weather is almost as beloved!) and walking the city ...

On Sunday I was at the theater for "migraine". It was a sad story of the abandoned child drama, drama, drama, a surrogate mother and biological mother. Biological mother left her young son, who went into the care of another woman who is loved more than life baby. Unfortunately, the biological mother, soon came out of poverty, decided to take his property ...
But for me it was mostly in the tale of motherhood and women, who wants a child more than anything, because without it, her life is incomplete, tragically unfulfilled.
little tears flowed, because the presentation was not happyendu, but I was under the wrażniem, the theater is always beautiful, sometimes raises difficult questions, and sometimes the tears flow, sometimes purified, and sometimes each take something out of the theater, nieumiejąc not call it ...

do not know what I carried myself, or maybe you just became accustomed to pain, which is part of my history.

always a promise to be a part of visiting the theater, because I soon will not have time for ...
May this was soon very soon ...

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and banana bread

Today, I am weeping willow, weeping woman,
tears dropped only slightly, but there inside me was a weeping willow.
Recently I find it seldom happens that hurts ...
it hurts, I do not have a child ...
not addicted to, no scratches, not screwed, just hurt.

Once, at the beginning of "waiting for the family, before adoption, was not the case, it hurt a lot and often.
now usually just wait, I am reconciled, but sometimes something strange happens, says This delicate and beautiful tree.
This happens when I learn that someone is pregnant just like that, just like a hand waving. And so it was today.
My husband came home with the news that Mrs. X is pregnant, and even a month ago I spoke with her that has just started to plan ...
it hurts when I feel it is unfair ... why my little room is still empty?

Postanowiłm do something cool.
I made their first ever cake, banana bread actually came pyyyyyszne
and I'm so proud of my The first cake has grown beautifully!
everything except the characters a good housewife ... Once
always promised myself that, as we have already had children to begin bake delicious cakes, unless the truth becomes a 100% mom waiting ...