My Life in picture. Intro: Got back home today and Sylvie asked me if I wanted some snacks or something, I said anything really. Then she brought me a sandwich with my favorites in it ( Mayonnaise and corned beef) on a very lightly grilled brown bread : PERFECT 👌🏽. This was served on a plastic blue paw patrol plate. First time this ever happens. She saw from my eyes that I was shocked and she said what’s going on? I started smiling and laughing and said no, nothing, it’s all good. Then she realized about the plate and said, Oh sorry, sorry, i’m going to change it and I said, no no it really is good, thank you very much, can I please have one more? Of course she said rushing back to the kitchen, typical Sylvie, she made another one and served it in the exact same plate. Now let’s get real: I love life and beautiful things, like I usually say : Big Things, and yet this happens. I am probably the Luckiest person or I like to think that I have all the blessings in the world becau
Why do we need more bedrooms when children end all their nights in our bed? Is it a conspiracy 1) To make sure there’s no more siblings? 2)A bond with their mom and they are trying to kick me out? 3)A warning that they will never leave the house? I honestly don’t know, three options every morning: - wake up with the bed full of children that magically appeared at night and sometimes their mum is sleeping upside down - Wake up and i’m with Kenny or just Kylie using all of the space, mummy in children bedroom with the rest - Wake up by myself and miserable ... I think i’ve never enjoyed so much having a phone and internet connection... preparing for my old days already .... Mystery to be solved because I don’t recall sleeping in my parents bed ( 40 years ago) ... Investigation to be continued. . . If you have answers or theories or solutions or even going through the same please let me know ps: it’s not just me and my wife in the bed right now, there is a lit