Trichomoniasis How Long Does It Last In You

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idea: grow naturally my kids

choice: full-time mom

project: homeschooling

....... or perhaps an ideal that moves, which underpins every step .... then ..... a card wavers and begins to break down the design ..... but strange ... ... what is not so bad ...... .... even to look good:

AND 'PURE MAGIC!

I with my ideas, my creations, one thousand, my a thousand ways to get me in for all four .... yeah ... for all ... who knows what motivated by a sense of responsibility, imbued with a touch of morbid masochism.

And then?

ENOUGH!

Alchimilla How, I ask myself next to my bankruptcy, so irresistible, I'm closer to him and cry.

I cry a lot, I feel disappointed in myself: I'm sick of this coexistence 24/24 hours with my children aged 5 and 3 and a half!

not attended kindergarten, I'm home and I thought in my deepest being, give him the opportunity to live more fully their own pace, without needing to stay out of their home.

I started researching him what to do next to me, at home and abroad: museums, workshops, playrooms ...... all for them.

At the end of 32 years, I stopped and I was tired and I have not found what you tell us about the books that tell these choices: I could always happy families, mothers filled their mothers to be full-time

I thought, I will to be wrong! why do I feel the vital need my space, personal, not saying who knows what, but a minimum of breath.

Yes, because I'm not even a mother who leaves her children by grandparents, indeed!

In six years, the largest has stayed away from home two nights in everything!

In a moment I believed everything is gone ........ not ideal, but the means, the instrument!

How long ???????

if I say a week?

just right?

but enough!

tolerance has reached zero, the perception of annoyance is another and then I ask myself why continue to fight for ...... rather not get, which is worst of the worst!

I tried in every way to say to me, is just a moment, you can not return to these choices, your steps, on subjects of this kind.

Instead!

Son went to fund all tears have washed and re-washed unconscious parts of my basement, I found my fear was not there when they need it, my fear that something happens to them and I I'm not there to help them, are not there to prevent!

already .... but I'm like the Earth on which the trees of my children have been planted; I gave them a sense of rhythm, a way of being themselves in the small, with regard to their age!

I can not be more than what I gave them ..... I can not be what they are not.

And that by working with Alchimilla: I can only be Tatiana!

course they are wife and mother, but I'm Tatiana!

Cancel all my excitement, my every desire for peace, peace, rhythm, is not helpful to me, is not respectful to the air we breathe every day, the beat of my heart, the blood circulating in my veins!

Last Friday I decided to leave my children from my parents, I took a day for me.

I did not do anything special, if not stay at my house, in my time and space.

I turned on the music and my body moved to the tune of a tango.

I heard and I felt like chaos the choices you can make are sudden, sometimes immature, made to escape from an unclear situation, but often increase the fog and smoke more! Already
choice because as sudden, when I reached the maximum of anger, frustration, I said to myself: in September, normal primary school to university and I!

No free time for me to figure out how to be a time for listening to my heart, my need for that moment

does not produce real ??????

Patience!

In a moment I understood How to confuse resolution with the run ...... but you never run away from anything at all!

It 's hard for me to conceive and do not actually produce anything, however, are not used to ...... my mind the rationale that lives in me is not used.

But my instinct, my being a wild woman like a spring breeze brings me to places unexplored, but some of which I already knew!

like waking up from a slumber of many years, in pursuit of who knows what images of women, now I look around and see how everything can change in time when a tear falls on her face.

There is not only a time for others, to be always available, always there.

There is a time in which all without exception must take their responsibilities, their roles.

There is a time when a woman has to listen deeply and in a short ...... even decide to change within a click!

How do I feel now?

Extraordinarily myself: I am Tatiana, a woman in His own time and rhythm, which, depending upon their hearts; I have a wonderful husband and two creatures grow, but with a path forward with their legs, knowing that the levees of our arms will embrace you always, even miles away!

idea: the respect of My Being

choice: everyone walks on their trail

project: specifically, to give an example of respect for my self children to realize their dreams, big or small they are!

Tatiana