It could have been" snap of a finger. " Or "lightning speed". Or "too fast". I also looked for "fast lane" as the title of this column. Finally, I think "Fluttering eyelashes" sums up what happens.
Because hair cell for four months, my life is going great, but much too quickly. I am continually on a car of Cobra at La Ronde. I barely have time to open my eye that day has passed already. I have put my PYJ again, fingers crossed for me that my # 3 lets me sleep more than three hours online. Worse
I know that tomorrow is the day that I will take the job full time. I have to leave my small to Gardo. I re-embark in this infernal wheel, this Olympic race between work and family life. So
"of kess she does, she?" Why take the keyboard so fast? "You say.
Yeah.
Not that I'm bored. Far from it. Because there is not to say, but I have mass enough to occupy my days. Even the PM, in full-crisis Bastarache Commission shale gas, has less than me in his boots.
Want a list?
- Take long walks in the autumn sunshine with my new heiress in the sling.
- Give hundreds of kisses when the opportunity shows up.
- The admired from every angle and try to memorize every part of her small person.
- The lull long time just for fun.
- Watching her sleeping peacefully with her little fists in the air.
- whispers in his ear 200 000 times a day that I love.
- Make him see the world: "Look at my chick is a daisy." Hits the blanket as it is sweet. "Is you smell the smell of apple crisp Mom? "
- Living with Heart creaking every time she smiles at me. Every time she makes a sound. Every time she looks at me simply.
- sing Him all full of songs. "It's the gray hen who laid in the church ..."
- Discuss whether it will have beautiful blue eyes of his father or brown eyes ugly mother.
- amaze me every time she passes a new trick that can be as banal as to be able to grab a toy of his activity mat.
- Jumping on the phone to notify the lover of the new stuff that little fact.
- take too many photos of my hen makes a new trick.
- Put everything on Facebook, an issue that I can boast of being the mother of a future Nobel Prize.
Because this is not true that the life of maternity leave only turns around to change diapers and wash, which feeds back too often, without tears solution that never end, nights that do not really.
This is not true that I spend my days dressed in soft. I eat cold on the corner of the desk because I never have time to put a cover on the table. I count the minutes before the return of the lover so that I can spend in the shower.
I love my life Mom on maternity leave. Really. And everything goes so fast that I take advantage of the power 1000. No. 10 000.
So no question of resuming the path of the office. To entrust my chick feathers unknown. Not yet. But my keyboard when I miss even a little bit. Just a little. So before my official return to the newspaper in June, I will continue the weekly meeting I have with you for six years.
But that's it. Just 650 words each week. Because I am too busy. Too many smiles to register in my head. Too many hugs to go. Too much love to give.
And that all will pass with the speed of a heartbeat.
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