Again, a subject on which I could say plenty, but will instead shut my delicious mouth (do you think they have an alert system that wakes them up if the words "mouth" and "delicious" are in the same sentence ?) and will keep instead the food porn going (yeah, I am curious like that... does the word porn will make them react ....?
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On the children subject, being jewish of course I smother them, all normal here. Not counting the "mom, stop that, I can't breath" anymore, thinking of instauring a safe word like I used to have in my SM time ( kidding again, can't help it, feeling very cheeky indeed today
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. Superman knows better and never asks the fatal question anymore, because I once told him the truth : I love him very deeply, more than I have ever loved any man (the competition is not big here, but shhhhhhhh, don't tell him, he still thinks he caught the grand prize), but our children come waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy before him.
I used to be an executive manager in a well-known multinational. Being french, born around May 68, I was convinced that I could manage everyting easy, superjob and superkids, no problem here, we were taught this at school for heavensake !!. When I met superman (love at first sight, litterally), love, trains, planes, blablabla, tears, blabla, let's move together (him), where (me), here (him). He had a small company in Germany, I was in my last year in business school, one year in Germany "to learn the language" made sense. Ten years later, his business is doing super good, I am super manager, we get super baby. He takes care of super baby (really well I must say) without any help, takes him everywhere, I go on travelling around, but crying in hotel rooms at night.
Petit Prince goes to Kindergarten, Petite Princesse arrives, same scenario, one day I come home to them from a crazy work week spent between Singapour, Frankfurt and Miami ("see the world in 7 days") and Petite Princesse is now walking. And I completely missed it.
That was the water drop.
Spent one year elaborating ideas how to stop that craziness, another stopping it actually.
To cut a long story short: the time I now spend with them is the best time in my life, it is also the best investment ever. Not for my future, but for theirs, and for the family ties, because we get every day to share something new, and being a fatalist I also keep thinking that I might not always be there for them, but at least I can give them the most of me now.
Oh, uups. What was the subject again ? Ah, yes, Café con leche. And if my pasta is not al dente, I won't have it.