I know it's hackneyed topic, but any self-respecting mother (or not) must to have this experience and so we speak! :-)
With Potol 1 we began dating early, when practically could not walk and we went there for a ride on the swing and just ...
Slowly we know some same age and their mothers ...
What about at the beginning is like a breath of fresh air ... how nice to talk to people who live your own daily life, have your problems, they give you some advice, some tips ...
Then potoli become larger, they run like bumper cars on the track, screaming like teens at a concert (or if you prefer like monkeys at the zoo), and attempt to commit suicide along the slide upside down ...
At this stage (we're still in), talk to other moms is impossible or at least it is for me!
regularly sticks someone who attacks a button infinity and I, by nature a bit 'anxious I can not take my eyes off Potol1, stumbled across the rope bridge suspended ... "Er, yes yes you are right, yes, yes of course, already ... uh ... sorry I have to go to my daughter, is trying to take a shower in the fountain!"
So here concludes my conversations ... is why I find it better to talk to Daddy ... short, concise, with the eye focused on the child, and if you have your head stuck in the pram because Potol2 not stop crying, give a look also at Potol1. They do not get distracted, not chattering like us, socialize less, play more!
Oh!? But look you, I came out of a tribute to a father figure!
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