For weeks now I want me some new bras. But somehow the cut so stupid here, I just do not think that fits. 3 shops have already been through, and stood unsuccessfully for hours in their cars - and I hate Anprobierkabinen in clothing stores. Must somehow manipulate their mirrors, dass man da so drinnen unappetitlich aussieht.
It's been weeks that I want to buy some bras. But I do not know what it is, they are oddly cut here, I do not find me. I already typed 3 stores without success, I spent hours in their dressing rooms - and I hate those cabins. I do not know, but they must manipulier their mirrors in a way that they may have looked so repulsive there. .
Freitag Nachmittag, bin ich nach meine Yogakurs sofort zu einem neuen Laden los, der gerade eröffnet und hat aus diesem Anlass Jedem Haushalt eine Geschenkkarte Geschickter $ 10 hat. Ich schnapps me almost every model of a copy in my size, better safe than sorry - and off goes into the torture chamber. And I'm successful: at least 2 pieces fit driven euphoria so I cross the store in search of other treasures and make myself at some point with another bamboo pajamas and socks on the way to checkout. When I want to see for the time, I realize I have forgotten my phone at home. I have for years not watch anymore, because there where I need it (alarm clock, kitchen, car) are everywhere and which I therefore ask the cashier if she had the time, and she says: "It is 4Uhr26.
Friday afternoon, after my yoga class, I try my luck again in a store that just opened and, for the occasion, sent a $ 10 gift card to each household. I take one of each model to put the odds on my side (and to avoid having to get dressed and déeshabiller thousand times) and presto, you go into the torture chamber! And behold, I am successful. There are two that make me! Full of euphoria thanks to this success, I start looking for other treasures, and after finding a pair of pajamas and socks bamboo I walk towards the crates. I search in my bag to see the time on my laptop, when I realize that I left at home. It's been years since I last watch, he's everywhere and I need it, I wake up in the bedroom, kitchen clocks, in the car. So I ask if she crating time and she replied: "Yes it is 4:26.
4Uhr26! Gottohgottohgott Oh! Wie die Zeit vergeht. Oh me!
; Mondieumondieumondieumondieu! How time flies! Ouch! Eigentlich hätte ich
to pick up Jerome to 3Uhr47 from the school. Jemin Oh, what I do now? which I can not reach me, because my phone is at home. Where is he well? Whether he has gone home with someone? Whether the school has called my emergency contacts? Whether he is even still there? Desperate and in tears sitting on the roadside? Or even at the police station? No idea, so what's never happened to me!
J'aurais du chercher à l'école à Jérôme 3:47! Dieu, que fais-je maintenant? Ils ne peuvent pas me rejoindre Puisque le portable est a la maison! Ou est-ce qu'il peut bien être? Est-ce qu'il serait Rentre avec quelqu'un? Est-que un appelle a l'école de mes contacts d'urgence? Ou est-ce qu'il y est encore? Fondu en larmes désespéré et au bord de la rue? Ou est-ce qu, il serait à la station de police? Aucune idée. Ceci encore jamais arrivé m'est!
All these Gadanken me rush through my head when I'm on my way to school is less than 5 minutes from the business. But it's rush hour and traffic lights for 10 minutes to red, especially for left turns, which I am necessarily straight. Just before the school reminds me that someone is still determined, since the boundary term care to open at half 7. Finally arrived, rase I in the office, completely resolved, where the Rector is now in the doorway of her office and talks to someone. "Oh, there she is," she says. "Jerome is in room 606". No questions, no accusations.
I go pick Jerome, coming towards me - as if in slow motion, it seems to me - the hugs me. I say: I'm so sorry, Jerome, I'm not even an apology, there is no excuse "It's okay, Mom is ok!" Toutes ces pensées
envahissent mon cerveau alors que je suis en route vers l'école qui se trouve à moins de 5 minutes away. But it's rush hour and traffic lights are red on 10 minutes, especially for left turns where I am, necessarily. Shortly before arriving, I realize that the CLAE is open until 6 and a half hours and there must be somebody. Finally arrived, I head the secretariat, while defeat or I found the director under the door of his office chatting with someone. "Ah, here it is, she said. Jérome and in room 606!" No questions, no blame.
I'll get Jerome approaching me, as it seems in slow motion to me in his arms. I told him, je suis Jérôme Désolée per n'ai même pas d'excuse excuses, il n'y en a pas d'! "C'est ok, Mom, c'est ok!"
I know that Dad is right to pick him up! Uff! This is again went well. This evening I receive countless hugs. Forgiveness is the grace of God.
Et puis, que J'apprends Papa est en route pour le chercher! Ouff, Quel chance. Les CALINS osnt innombrables ce soir. Le pardon c'est la grâce de Dieu.
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