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I am a desperate housewife!

I am a desperate housewife!

I was recently tested in a magazine to see which character of this TV series I ' was. I tell you: I am Aurélie.

I have no particular neurosis, I am not a former or future model, nor obsessed with my career, I never collected the male casting errors and am always fallen on the men well.

I'm just a woman, a wife and mother shared a lot of feelings contradictory's hard to say sometimes she would live another life. Who loves her child and her man but is sometimes nostalgic for the days when she could sleep late, or not think about anything other than itself.

importantly before I knew my son solitude is that of young mothers.

The desire to disappear, infernal pressure created by the myth of the perfect mother, the silly competition, emulation grotesque, free advice and contradictory, the perpetual anguish.

I still breastfeed my baby 8 months and a half, so what?

Is it legitimate for me to be upset when I show my belly marbled with stretch marks and that I replied that it was for a good cause-your-looks-nice-baby-it-worth-the- coup-eh?

Am I so futile to me to dream femme fatale?

I have not returned to work following my maternity leave, so what?

Why is it so difficult to assume this role they claim instinctive?

And if I can not hold my child all day, am I a bad mother? Will it sufficiently stimulated? Why he does not eat vegetables that I cook?

And yes, it's a cliché but children are indeed ungrateful!

You have all read in the newspapers the story of parents who forget their child in full sun in their cars and cause dramatic situations. Some are offended, calling them irresponsible and monsters. Yet we all have days when moral or physical fatigue, stress and peer pressure put us in a trance.

My routine is such that sometimes I feel, for example, do my shopping on Automatic. I come home with an armful of things I more or less need not have any recollection of the path I took to return.

Me I pity those parents, because I like them. I do not believe in the infallibility of man, I believe in mistakes, accidents and failures of life.

I think the baby blues lasts a lifetime, nothing is ever the same again when you can not leave everything at once without hesitation.

And I will not leave because it's too late now: I fell madly for my son, struck down by an unconditional love.

I must tell you: for some days, he jumps on the spot by beating the air with his little arms, shouting his enthusiasm, it sounds like a kind of small animal overjoyed.

is absurd as it makes me laugh! As he carries within him all the love in the world and all my past, present and future aspirations. Because I feel like a wolf ready to show their teeth to defend him.

There are at least one thing I am sure is that I found myself in an unexplored part and marvel: Me, Aurelie, the desperate housewife the worst in the West and North alike, I have this great quality of being a wife and mother remarkably, absolutely and irrevocably ordinary.

And the day my children will deal with old bitch, I'll be the proudest woman in the world. I will finally join the club.