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VS Nonna Tata and I have the worst!

Even in one of my worst nightmares could happen something like this: my grandmother (mother and then my mother) argues with the nanny. The consequences? Devastating. Urla, semi hysterical the nanny and I still, shocked, among them, already thinking about doomsday scenarios after the abandonment of the nanny, in my desperation to look for another one among those doing the slalom a bit unbalanced, alcoholic ones ( a friend of mine has caught downing a scotch as he held the girls!) and those who tell them everything and you're an idiot. Of course, selfishly not caring about the reasons for the grandmother. Faced with a potential offspring self-managed not even to look upon the blood of your blood, especially when living in another city and could, with a raid a few days, to undermine the painstaking organization of family ménage! All this happened on my return from the office, with the following pulcione post withdrawal from school, after arguing over the phone in the order of deliveries of those who wanted to escape Market Convenience without mounting anything and the plumber who lay with me Jewelry for a score repair the water heater. But the awareness of the risk of having to jump through hoops to do it again in order to find a sane person with whom the little ones leave me exhausted and caused a sleepless night. Cooking time: her grandmother on her because I do not care of his reasons, I do not understand and I did not give permission to fire the nanny. Mom I love you but if the nanny leaves me fire I do!

Nutrition In Braums Fruit And Yogurt Swirl?

VS Nonna Tata and I have the worst!

Even in one of my worst nightmares could happen something like this: my grandmother (mother and then my mother) argues with the nanny. The consequences? Devastating. Urla, semi hysterical the nanny and I still, shocked, among them, already thinking about doomsday scenarios after the abandonment of the nanny, in my desperation to look for another one among those doing the slalom a bit unbalanced, alcoholic ones ( a friend of mine has caught downing a scotch as he held the girls!) and those who tell them everything and you're an idiot. Of course, selfishly not caring about the reasons for the grandmother. Faced with a potential offspring self-managed not even to look upon the blood of your blood, especially when living in another city and could, with a raid a few days, to undermine the painstaking organization of family ménage! All this happened on my return from the office, with the following pulcione post withdrawal from school, after arguing over the phone in the order of deliveries of those who wanted to escape Market Convenience without mounting anything and the plumber who lay with me Jewelry for a score repair the water heater. But the awareness of the risk of having to jump through hoops to do it again in order to find a sane person with whom the little ones leave me exhausted and caused a sleepless night. Cooking time: her grandmother on her because I do not care of his reasons, I do not understand and I did not give permission to fire the nanny. Mom I love you but if the nanny leaves me fire I do!

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The glass ceiling has become a ceiling of diapers?

There is a desire to react, to rebel, to discuss, not to accept, after watching last night Presadiretta Raitre up. Program Title 'Senzadonne'. We are a country that lacks the capacity of women, of their ability, their ideas, their acrobatic skills and of their being multitasking only because they become mothers. I know, alas, something! We are a country in which penalizes the professionalism, the study and also, unfortunately, the desire for fertility. I confess that for a moment last night (and do not rule out coming back up) I seriously thought of emigrating to Norway! There is respect for a woman who becomes a mother, respect for two people to pair also become parents. The state intervenes to straight leg (and in this case is more than acceptable!) In the field of childcare, parental leave and equality between men and women on the Boards of Directors, by law, women must be at least 40 per percent! And then comes the sad comparison with the situation in Italy where the presence of women in senior positions is in its death throes, where the image of woman is debased by communication campaigns based on sex and on the 'smutandamento' and where the testimonies of those who are were sent home or subjected to harassment , for deciding to have children, increased. I close my eyes and I hope to be here, to live a nightmare. But then here is the low level from a corner too small, you need to take forward its idea, its small but vocal battle. Many small battles that become bothersome, who suggest an idea like a worm and make a difference. I'd like this, this would be the utopia or the concrete goal. It 'hard to think of having fought, studied, sweaty, buff and chased without a career goal because if this can be undone when you want to have a baby. 'I am the same as before, even better than before' , one of the women surveyed said last night. 'Better than before'. That 's what should flow as a message, get out from under the doors and break through the ceilings. 'The famous glass ceiling has become a ceiling of diapers?' asked the journalist. Unfortunately it seems so. In Italy, of course. We are also an incredible strength and break through this ceiling. I am deeply convinced.

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The glass ceiling has become a ceiling of diapers?

There is a desire to react, to rebel, to discuss, not to accept, after watching last night Presadiretta Raitre up. Program Title 'Senzadonne'. We are a country that lacks the capacity of women, of their ability, their ideas, their acrobatic skills and of their being multitasking only because they become mothers. I know, alas, something! We are a country in which penalizes the professionalism, the study and also, unfortunately, the desire for fertility. I confess that for a moment last night (and do not rule out coming back up) I seriously thought of emigrating to Norway! There is respect for a woman who becomes a mother, respect for two people to pair also become parents. The state intervenes to straight leg (and in this case is more than acceptable!) In the field of childcare, parental leave and equality between men and women on the Boards of Directors, by law, women must be at least 40 per percent! And then comes the sad comparison with the situation in Italy where the presence of women in senior positions is in its death throes, where the image of woman is debased by communication campaigns based on sex and on the 'smutandamento' and where the testimonies of those who are were sent home or subjected to harassment , for deciding to have children, increased. I close my eyes and I hope to be here, to live a nightmare. But then here is the low level from a corner too small, you need to take forward its idea, its small but vocal battle. Many small battles that become bothersome, who suggest an idea like a worm and make a difference. I'd like this, this would be the utopia or the concrete goal. It 'hard to think of having fought, studied, sweaty, buff and chased without a career goal because if this can be undone when you want to have a baby. 'I am the same as before, even better than before' , one of the women surveyed said last night. 'Better than before'. That 's what should flow as a message, get out from under the doors and break through the ceilings. 'The famous glass ceiling has become a ceiling of diapers?' asked the journalist. Unfortunately it seems so. In Italy, of course. We are also an incredible strength and break through this ceiling. I am deeply convinced.