HOW FAR CAN YOU GET?

Thick skin. Does that come with having decided to be a parent? I mean, doing things you couldn't possibly imagine you are capable of for your kids. If you still can't do this, I guess parenting didn't "hit" you yet.

Things like, your kid badly needs to pee and its impossible for him to hold it till you get to the comfort room. You tell your child to do wee-wee next to the tree and you don't care if passersby are despisingly looking at you.

When you're in a Supermarket, there's no comfort room and your son needs to go. Then you asked the sales girl or the lady in the cashier if they could help and good thing they're kind to give you the key to their private lavatory.

When you're in a quiet bank waiting for your turn to be served and your two boys are throwing tantrums because they're sleepy or hungry.

In a restaurant when your toddler walks here and there stopping at stranger's table for a 1 year old "mumbling" chat.

When you breast feed your baby in public.

When you're in a long line and you ask everyone to let you go first before your child will go into an undesirable mood.

Etc.. etc...

GUARDA!(look)




Last Sunday we went to watch the AIR SHOW at Jesolo and the place was packed except for a part which is obviously for the VIPs. There were 2 entrances to this enclosed spot where benches were also put up. It was heavily guarded so as the boarders between the "commoners" - sitting, lying down and standing on the sand and the VIPs comfortably waiting for the show.

I want my kids to see the spectacular clearly so I went to ask the guard how we can get in. If we need to pay or what? He said only those with invitations and I asked him where I can get that. Duh... I knew invites were sent days before the event or even months but still I asked. S----d isn't it? No, the guard is not dumb to let us in hehehe...

I still didn't give up. I carried Dylan and left his carriage somewhere, took Lukie's hand and we walked into the the crowd to be able to get in-front. Saying 'scusa'(excuse me) and 'permesso'(may we pass) helped and I just brushed off the shame of stepping on towels or walking pass through sunbathers while they irritatingly looking at us. Alas! We got a nice and clear view on the "front line".

Then I called my husband who is somewhere taking pictures of the air crafts leaving me with our boys. I told him where we're seated. More on just to let him know, I'm proud to grab a nice spot for the three of us on my own hehehe...

Well, it turns out Lukie and Dylan were more interested on playing with the sand than looking at those flying machines. I keep on telling them, "LOOK-LOOK!"... Dylan quickly looks and back to his 'sabia'(sand) while Lukie answered my "LOOK-LOOK" with "I KNOW!" and not looking at all.