That's what I do every evening a minute before quarter past six. Shortly after 4am in nyc. Druitt street is a major cross street in downtown Sydney city that's runs into Park street intersecting Hyde Park then runs on to Kings Cross via William street. Druitt is indeed on an incline going up into the city and on a decline exciting the city onto the western distributor .... a major artery evacuating the city like an aorta.
I'm still waiting for someone to throw me a packet full of chocolate coated marshmallows with coco icing. You know where and when (weekdays) to find me. Any comers????
Check out this cop in Argentina randomly start breastfeeding a neglected baby. Looks like it could be hurting her.
https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/parenting/babies/a-police-officer-is-being-praised-for-breastfeeding-a-malnourished-baby/news-story/38115e9b4573513681ed85dd3048beb9
So have to say, very happy the Mrs is back at work. Since she takes the car to
the local train station. Alex and I ride our respective pushbikes to his school. Around a ten minute ride one way. As we set out, on this Tuesday Wednesday Thursday ritual, Marisol begins pushing the girls down the road on theirtwo seater pram. I buckle 14 month old Zara in before we bike out and Marisol (my mom) gives them milk or whatever. She makes it about 400 yards down the road.... turns around and returns to the house. By the time she gets back I've returned from the mile or so bike ride with my son's bike sitting nicely on my bike trailer. I unpack his bike. Lean my bike and coupled trailer against the army green six foot high fence bordering our lot. I'll tell you, since my mom and brother, before he deceased last year.... were both on anti-psychotic medication for around 40+ and 20+ years respectively. These drugs really affect the people's psychology. I'm used to it but it's very difficult for my wife to see that. I've also seen my mom off her meds and it's not pretty. It's only coz the Mrs is going back to work that I even put Marisol on the field to play. She'd be happy on the bench, believe me. Anyway I'm happy. I'm glad we can help my mom and I'm glad the girls can spend some time in daycare and their mom can get away and make some cash. We're all happy. At the end of the year we'll move out of the Mt Druitt ghetto and the Alvarez house and move in to a whole different part of the city. Very nice place it is too.
The mornings this week with Zara. Pre 7am have been great. No wild crying and need to turn on the tv. No shepherd is good shepherd Smith.
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