Вот только что сократили моего хорошего знакомого. Пришёл прощаться. :о(
Жалко... Очень хороший, тёплый, умный парень. Ну как тут не расстраиваться? Не моё это горе, но задело до глубины души.
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Да,жалко. У него семья есть?
15.11.2001 22:43:36, Podsolnuh
Oh my god, I am reading and crying at the same time. That is so unbelievably touching....
15.11.2001 23:07:24, Larisa
Семья-то большая - да два человека... Детей нет. Но знаешь, они 11 сентября такое пережили... Почитай это. Длинно, но интересно.
Dearest family and friends:
It has been very difficult for me to write this email
and I apologize for the delay in writing it to send it
to you all.
I don't think that I need to tell anyone how painful
and tragic the course of events of the past 3 days
have been for the entire world. This is an unspeakable
and unforgivable act of merciless terror for all,
either for those that were victims, for those family
members or friends of the victims, and even for those
who have been watching the horror all over the world.
As you all know, my wife, Yukiko Kawakami was one of
the tens of thousands of people that were in the twin
towers of the World Trade Center that unbelievable
morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001. Here is the
scenario:
1. 08:45 AM EST: One WTC (North Tower) was struck by
the first Boeing 767 from floor 82 to the 100s;
2. 09:03 AM EST: Two WTC (South Tower) was struck by
the second Boeing 767 between floors 60s-70s;
3. 09:50 AM EST: Two WTC (South Tower) collapses to
the ground;
4. 10:28 AM EST: One WTC (North Tower) collapses to
the ground;
15.11.2001 23:00:28, Вербочка
Dearest family and friends:
It has been very difficult for me to write this email
and I apologize for the delay in writing it to send it
to you all.
I don't think that I need to tell anyone how painful
and tragic the course of events of the past 3 days
have been for the entire world. This is an unspeakable
and unforgivable act of merciless terror for all,
either for those that were victims, for those family
members or friends of the victims, and even for those
who have been watching the horror all over the world.
As you all know, my wife, Yukiko Kawakami was one of
the tens of thousands of people that were in the twin
towers of the World Trade Center that unbelievable
morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001. Here is the
scenario:
1. 08:45 AM EST: One WTC (North Tower) was struck by
the first Boeing 767 from floor 82 to the 100s;
2. 09:03 AM EST: Two WTC (South Tower) was struck by
the second Boeing 767 between floors 60s-70s;
3. 09:50 AM EST: Two WTC (South Tower) collapses to
the ground;
4. 10:28 AM EST: One WTC (North Tower) collapses to
the ground;
15.11.2001 23:00:28, Вербочка
Here is the the story through my own eyes:
My wife was working on the 90th floor in One WTC
(North Tower) in the Northeast corner of the building.
Normally, her working hours are from 9:00 AM to 5:00
PM, Monday to Friday, however from 3 weeks ago, she
has been starting and leaving work a half an hour
early to attend classes in the evenings.
The morning was like any other; she left the apartment
before 8:00 AM to get to work on time at 8:30 AM.
Being that I work much closer to home than she, I
leave home later than her. I just happened to notice
that she had left her cell phone at home and I just
thought to myself, "she left her cell at home, again."
Around 9:00 AM, I receive a call from my uncle, asking
me how Yukiko was. Totally clueless to the happenings
in lower Manhattan, I responded as usual, telling him
that she was at work, that I was on my way out the
door, and that I would call him later. He uttered
three words to me: "Watch the news..." I turn on the
TV to find a huge hole at the top of one of the towers
of the WTC, with clouds of thick, black smoke
billowing from it. I went numb.
Immediately, assessing from the TV capture of the
building, I realized that the North Tower had been
struck by an airplane. I started to feel a sick
uneasiness in my stomach. Listening closely to what
was being announced on the news, it was way too early
to find out the actual floors that had been hit or the
evacuation actions that were being initiated. Minutes
later, the second plane swooped down and slammed the
South Tower. I raced to call her office number and it
rang endlessly. The news announced that they were
closing off all of lower Manhattan; all transportation
methods were shut down and the City was in a state of
emergency.
I started to pace around the apartment thinking of
what to do, my heart racing in my chest. Should I go
down there? Should I stay put and wait for her call?
What should I do? All during this time, I was still
numb, trying to fully process in my mind what exactly
had happened. I decided to call my mother. At the
first sound of her voice, everything hit me at once,
like a Mack truck: I may never see her alive again. I
completely crumbled.
My uncle calls me, followed by two co-workers,
completely clear of the fact that my wife was in one
of the buildings, started their trek uptown to be with
me. For the next half hour, watching the news, I was
trying to find out more information to no avail. The
South Tower goes down. The only relief I had was that
the North Tower was still standing. Completely mixed
emotions began to fill me as my eyes started to swell
and a heavy feeling started to sink in my gut. I
realized that I had to call her parents in Japan and I
was thinking, "what the hell am I supposed to say?"
All connectivity over the phones were sporadic and
cell phone service was literally non-existent. An hour
and a half after the first crash, the North Tower
collapses on the TV and my breath stops sharply. I
stood there frozen for what seemed like hours.
I picked up the phone, my hands trembling and made
futile attempts to call her parents in Japan. I was
completely unable to get an international line.
Emails, instant messages, and phone calls from family
and friends all over started to pour in. What the hell
am I doing? What the hell is going on here? What the
hell am I going to do? Around 11:53 AM, I received a
call and the Caller ID was from some Japanese bakery
in NYC. I picked up the receiver and to my utter
disbelief, I hear the all-to-familiar voice of my
wife: "Hello, is it you?" I completely broke down
crying of relief and anxiety. Barely able to even
speak, I asked her if she was safe, and then to just
simply come home. Both of us crying over the phone, I
must say that that was the best phone call that I have
ever, and will ever, receive in my life.
15.11.2001 23:01:49, Вербочка
My wife was working on the 90th floor in One WTC
(North Tower) in the Northeast corner of the building.
Normally, her working hours are from 9:00 AM to 5:00
PM, Monday to Friday, however from 3 weeks ago, she
has been starting and leaving work a half an hour
early to attend classes in the evenings.
The morning was like any other; she left the apartment
before 8:00 AM to get to work on time at 8:30 AM.
Being that I work much closer to home than she, I
leave home later than her. I just happened to notice
that she had left her cell phone at home and I just
thought to myself, "she left her cell at home, again."
Around 9:00 AM, I receive a call from my uncle, asking
me how Yukiko was. Totally clueless to the happenings
in lower Manhattan, I responded as usual, telling him
that she was at work, that I was on my way out the
door, and that I would call him later. He uttered
three words to me: "Watch the news..." I turn on the
TV to find a huge hole at the top of one of the towers
of the WTC, with clouds of thick, black smoke
billowing from it. I went numb.
Immediately, assessing from the TV capture of the
building, I realized that the North Tower had been
struck by an airplane. I started to feel a sick
uneasiness in my stomach. Listening closely to what
was being announced on the news, it was way too early
to find out the actual floors that had been hit or the
evacuation actions that were being initiated. Minutes
later, the second plane swooped down and slammed the
South Tower. I raced to call her office number and it
rang endlessly. The news announced that they were
closing off all of lower Manhattan; all transportation
methods were shut down and the City was in a state of
emergency.
I started to pace around the apartment thinking of
what to do, my heart racing in my chest. Should I go
down there? Should I stay put and wait for her call?
What should I do? All during this time, I was still
numb, trying to fully process in my mind what exactly
had happened. I decided to call my mother. At the
first sound of her voice, everything hit me at once,
like a Mack truck: I may never see her alive again. I
completely crumbled.
My uncle calls me, followed by two co-workers,
completely clear of the fact that my wife was in one
of the buildings, started their trek uptown to be with
me. For the next half hour, watching the news, I was
trying to find out more information to no avail. The
South Tower goes down. The only relief I had was that
the North Tower was still standing. Completely mixed
emotions began to fill me as my eyes started to swell
and a heavy feeling started to sink in my gut. I
realized that I had to call her parents in Japan and I
was thinking, "what the hell am I supposed to say?"
All connectivity over the phones were sporadic and
cell phone service was literally non-existent. An hour
and a half after the first crash, the North Tower
collapses on the TV and my breath stops sharply. I
stood there frozen for what seemed like hours.
I picked up the phone, my hands trembling and made
futile attempts to call her parents in Japan. I was
completely unable to get an international line.
Emails, instant messages, and phone calls from family
and friends all over started to pour in. What the hell
am I doing? What the hell is going on here? What the
hell am I going to do? Around 11:53 AM, I received a
call and the Caller ID was from some Japanese bakery
in NYC. I picked up the receiver and to my utter
disbelief, I hear the all-to-familiar voice of my
wife: "Hello, is it you?" I completely broke down
crying of relief and anxiety. Barely able to even
speak, I asked her if she was safe, and then to just
simply come home. Both of us crying over the phone, I
must say that that was the best phone call that I have
ever, and will ever, receive in my life.
15.11.2001 23:01:49, Вербочка
Here is the order of events that my wife experienced:
She gets to the office on time as usual, on the 90th
floor of One WTC. Like any other morning, she prepares
for the start of the work day. She goes to kitchen of
the office to brew the morning coffee for both herself
and her 7 other co-workers.
As she was washing out coffee mugs, she hears an
extremely loud crashing sound and the ceiling
collapses right next to her in the kitchen. Turning
around thinking it was the start of an earthquake, she
starts screaming. She climbs over the remains of the
ceiling and peers into the rest of the office. The
office is completely destroyed, covered in massive
clouds of smoke and dust; the building had just been
hit by an airplane. The branch manager yelled at the
top of his lungs, "Grab the evacuation kits and the
fire extinguisher!! We are getting the hell out of
her!!"
In the few moments of panic, the group together to
leave the office, the branch manager extinguishing the
flames that lay between the front door and the door to
the emergency staircase. They entered and started the
long trek down the stairs to the lobby. The people in
the staircase were unexplainably calm and orderly,
steadfastly climbing down the 90 flights of stairs.
After what seemed like 2 hours of walking, they
finally reach the lobby. Totally oblivious to what was
going on outside and at the sight of the blue skies
outside the lobby, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Emergency staff started to direct everyone to the
basement of the building when suddenly people started
to scream, "RUN! RUN!"
Sheer panic and terror filled the people on the stairs
as the blue outside was overcome by horrific clouds of
pitch black. Yukiko and her co-workers started to race
down the stairs, when a fireman directed them to a
flight of stairs to exit the building. They reached
the door to find it locked and started to pound on it.
A person on the other side responded and opened the
door and to their horror, it was another staircase.
Miraculously, they were able to find an exit and had
just escaped death by a matter of minutes. They were
covered from head to toe with dust; in their ears,
eyes, nose, and mouth. Outside, rescuers gave them
bottles of water to rinse themselves off. Later,
reviewing the timeline of events, apparently the
moment they escaped, it was not Two WTC, but One WTC
that had collapsed. We cannot even begin to fathom the
outcome if she had arrived to the lobby just minutes
later than she did.
Unbelievably, a photo was taken after her and her
co-workers' slim escape by the amazing and
award-winning photo-journalist for Time Magazine,
James Nachtwey
().
My cousin in California found this picture and
forwarded it to me.
I cannot begin to explain exactly what I had
experienced, nor what my wife had experienced and I
pray that no one will ever have to find out the
feeling. All I can say is that this is one of the few
happy stories to come out of this sick and disgusting
tragedy.
I know that all of you have been watching the news
intently about the fatal events at the WTC, the
Pentagon, and in Somersville, PA, but I have only a
few comments: I cannot begin to explain how lucky we
are that she has actually survived through this, but
that the worst has yet to come. The past 3 days and
the course of the following weeks will bring forth
countless stories of tremendous sorrow and grief. This
appalling and disgusting attack on innocent people is
understatedly deplorable. This is not issue about
race, religion, politics, or economics: this is a
direct attack on humanity, pure and simple. It takes a
monstrous event like this for people all over the
world to realize that we are all human beings and that
we all need to come together. The manner in which the
people here in the City have come together to work in
the rescue effort and to rebuild. We can never forget
what we have all felt and learned from this experience
and take forward with us in the future.
Understandably, myself included, the people directly
and indirectly responsible for this utter catastrophe
must be eliminated, to say the least, but we should
also be cognizant of the fact that true issue: it is
not about race, religion, politics, or economics; it
is an issue of the human race. We should look to this
event to teach everyone the basics of humanity.
We would like to thank each and everyone of you that
have expressed their utter concern for Yukiko and
myself. This is truly an experience that I cannot even
think to wish upon my worst of enemies. We wish
everyone the best of the best and for anyone that we
have not been able to speak to in person as of yet,
our deepest apologies for not getting back to you.
This has been a trying time for all of us and all we
can do is pray and look to a better, stronger and more
unified future for everyone.
Best regards and lots of love,
Richard and Yukiko
15.11.2001 23:03:57, Вербочка
She gets to the office on time as usual, on the 90th
floor of One WTC. Like any other morning, she prepares
for the start of the work day. She goes to kitchen of
the office to brew the morning coffee for both herself
and her 7 other co-workers.
As she was washing out coffee mugs, she hears an
extremely loud crashing sound and the ceiling
collapses right next to her in the kitchen. Turning
around thinking it was the start of an earthquake, she
starts screaming. She climbs over the remains of the
ceiling and peers into the rest of the office. The
office is completely destroyed, covered in massive
clouds of smoke and dust; the building had just been
hit by an airplane. The branch manager yelled at the
top of his lungs, "Grab the evacuation kits and the
fire extinguisher!! We are getting the hell out of
her!!"
In the few moments of panic, the group together to
leave the office, the branch manager extinguishing the
flames that lay between the front door and the door to
the emergency staircase. They entered and started the
long trek down the stairs to the lobby. The people in
the staircase were unexplainably calm and orderly,
steadfastly climbing down the 90 flights of stairs.
After what seemed like 2 hours of walking, they
finally reach the lobby. Totally oblivious to what was
going on outside and at the sight of the blue skies
outside the lobby, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Emergency staff started to direct everyone to the
basement of the building when suddenly people started
to scream, "RUN! RUN!"
Sheer panic and terror filled the people on the stairs
as the blue outside was overcome by horrific clouds of
pitch black. Yukiko and her co-workers started to race
down the stairs, when a fireman directed them to a
flight of stairs to exit the building. They reached
the door to find it locked and started to pound on it.
A person on the other side responded and opened the
door and to their horror, it was another staircase.
Miraculously, they were able to find an exit and had
just escaped death by a matter of minutes. They were
covered from head to toe with dust; in their ears,
eyes, nose, and mouth. Outside, rescuers gave them
bottles of water to rinse themselves off. Later,
reviewing the timeline of events, apparently the
moment they escaped, it was not Two WTC, but One WTC
that had collapsed. We cannot even begin to fathom the
outcome if she had arrived to the lobby just minutes
later than she did.
Unbelievably, a photo was taken after her and her
co-workers' slim escape by the amazing and
award-winning photo-journalist for Time Magazine,
James Nachtwey
(
My cousin in California found this picture and
forwarded it to me.
I cannot begin to explain exactly what I had
experienced, nor what my wife had experienced and I
pray that no one will ever have to find out the
feeling. All I can say is that this is one of the few
happy stories to come out of this sick and disgusting
tragedy.
I know that all of you have been watching the news
intently about the fatal events at the WTC, the
Pentagon, and in Somersville, PA, but I have only a
few comments: I cannot begin to explain how lucky we
are that she has actually survived through this, but
that the worst has yet to come. The past 3 days and
the course of the following weeks will bring forth
countless stories of tremendous sorrow and grief. This
appalling and disgusting attack on innocent people is
understatedly deplorable. This is not issue about
race, religion, politics, or economics: this is a
direct attack on humanity, pure and simple. It takes a
monstrous event like this for people all over the
world to realize that we are all human beings and that
we all need to come together. The manner in which the
people here in the City have come together to work in
the rescue effort and to rebuild. We can never forget
what we have all felt and learned from this experience
and take forward with us in the future.
Understandably, myself included, the people directly
and indirectly responsible for this utter catastrophe
must be eliminated, to say the least, but we should
also be cognizant of the fact that true issue: it is
not about race, religion, politics, or economics; it
is an issue of the human race. We should look to this
event to teach everyone the basics of humanity.
We would like to thank each and everyone of you that
have expressed their utter concern for Yukiko and
myself. This is truly an experience that I cannot even
think to wish upon my worst of enemies. We wish
everyone the best of the best and for anyone that we
have not been able to speak to in person as of yet,
our deepest apologies for not getting back to you.
This has been a trying time for all of us and all we
can do is pray and look to a better, stronger and more
unified future for everyone.
Best regards and lots of love,
Richard and Yukiko
Короче, у жены крыша съехала сейчас... Она неадекватно на всё реагирует, но ее можно понять. Постоянно истерики ему закатывает... В такой обстановочке дома, он хоть в работе отдушину находил. A теперь...
15.11.2001 23:10:26, Вербочка
Обоих жалко,такое потрясение..Хоть бы ему повезло,нашел бы что-нибудь поскорее да получше,чем ваш банк жестокий.
15.11.2001 23:25:03, Podsolnuh
Горе! Нечеловеческое, ужасное горе! Трагедия! Апокалипсис! За что?! Куда смотрел профком?! Где местком?! Ужас!!! Неужели война?!
Теплый парень ушел. Но он вернется! Вернется горячим, я не побоюсь этого слова, пылающим - не мальчиком, но мужем! И тогда он им покажет! И тогда не он, и не ВЫ, а ОНИ (!!!) поплачут! Нет - взревут! Завоют! 15.11.2001 22:11:38, осн
Теплый парень ушел. Но он вернется! Вернется горячим, я не побоюсь этого слова, пылающим - не мальчиком, но мужем! И тогда он им покажет! И тогда не он, и не ВЫ, а ОНИ (!!!) поплачут! Нет - взревут! Завоют! 15.11.2001 22:11:38, осн
Извините, Вербочка, я не хотел Вас обидеть. Вас и Вашего друга. Думал, Вы тоже с иронией... Извините.
= Сергей = 15.11.2001 22:47:44, осн
= Сергей = 15.11.2001 22:47:44, осн
Так это хорошо! (что чувствуешь, не что уволили). Без этого люди - не люди.
15.11.2001 22:04:47, Крыска
А моя мама, когда Венька был присмерти, его рвало фантаном несколько дней (в Москве), пардон, чистой одежды уже не осталось, сообщила мне, что это все от грязи (sic!) и если я немедленно не найду чистую рубашку, он умрет. Угу, в момент, когда мы уже ехали в неотложку. И, представь, я, не спавшая 3 ночи вообще, на грани обмарока, еще грызла себя, что не успела постирать. Я бы с ума сошла, если б у него действительно нашли инфекцию.
А еще она нашла недавно при переезде какой-то дневник. Брат позвонил и сказал, "мама читает взахлеб". Причем, велика вероятность, что она еще обсуждала одну из личностей со совей подругой, которая эту личность когда-то обучала. Попросила выбросить и уважать мои чувства. В ответ она поинтересовалась, LOL: "А что было дальше?".
Может это тебя утешит? 16.11.2001 00:10:32, Трюфель
Что-то вы по пустякам ругаетесь. Борьба какая-то бессмысленная. Я обычно в этих делах уступаю. Ну грязный бы был - большое дело.
15.11.2001 22:28:33, Вечное лето
В том то и дело, что оба. Один же может быть умнее и не сильно обращать внимание и пытаться сгладить или хотя бы без эмоций реагировать.
15.11.2001 23:15:31, Вечное лето
А вообще - это у меня программа такая :)) - никому ничего не доказывать. Если не смертельно.
15.11.2001 23:18:28, Вечное лето
Если заметили, то я всегда пишу "Я" или "ИМХО". Не хочу я никому ничего доказывать. Пусть все живут как хотят. Просто мнение у меня часто отличное от окружающих, вот и кажется, что я что-то доказать хочу.
Это как разговор демократов с республиканцами. Демократам всегда кажется, что республиканцы им что-то доказывают, а республиканцам просто всё равно. Они при своём мнении просто:)) 15.11.2001 23:45:52, Вечное лето
Но мыться - это не воспитание :))
А почему бы маму по вечерам чем-нибудь не занять? Может в бассейн ей ходить или что-нибудь ещё придумать? 15.11.2001 22:34:38, Вечное лето
Спасибо, Kрыска. А ты где пропала? Что-то я тебя мало сегодня видела... Чем закончилась эпопея с мамой? Или еще продолжается?
15.11.2001 22:13:27, Вербочка
Эпопея продолжается. Вчера мама устроила скандал, что я ребенка решила обмыть водой на ночь. Он немного приболел, но вечером температуры уже не было, а мы его уже два дня не мыли, он потел. В общем, решила обмыть его слегка водой. Мама сначала гундела-гундела, что я ничего не понимаю и гроблю ребенка, а потом заявила, что если я не сделаю, как она говорит, то она с ребенком сегодня не останется.
Так что пришлось мне остаться дома в первой половине дня. Положила его спать и приехала на работу. Такие вот дела. 15.11.2001 22:17:00, Крыска
Так что пришлось мне остаться дома в первой половине дня. Положила его спать и приехала на работу. Такие вот дела. 15.11.2001 22:17:00, Крыска
А еще она нашла недавно при переезде какой-то дневник. Брат позвонил и сказал, "мама читает взахлеб". Причем, велика вероятность, что она еще обсуждала одну из личностей со совей подругой, которая эту личность когда-то обучала. Попросила выбросить и уважать мои чувства. В ответ она поинтересовалась, LOL: "А что было дальше?".
Может это тебя утешит? 16.11.2001 00:10:32, Трюфель
Мне тут долгое время втирали мозги о том какая моя прабабушка была мудрая женщина. А вот недавно бабуся случай рассказала. Вела она дневник, еще до замужества. Ну там естесственно кавалеры, танцы в Михайловском замке, пикники, и всякое такое. И был у нее жених. Как-то раз пришел жених в гости, попалась ему на глаза тетрадка и решил он ее почитать. Бабушке конечно какой расклад не понравился и она стала отбирать тетрадку. И тут вмешалась прабабушка, мудрая женщина: "Ничего, пусть Феденька почитает!" ... И Феденька почитал...
16.11.2001 00:38:41, Леандра
Бедняга ты. Очень твоя мама мне напоминает мою свекровь. Она очень обидчивая и мнительная, да? Общаться невероятно тяжело. :(
15.11.2001 23:00:46, Vic (ex-Scarlett)
Она ужасно мнительная, что еще усугубляется ее возрастом (57 лет, сами понимаете). Любое противление с моей стороны воспринимается ей как личное унижение. Общаться не то, что трудно - невозможно. Поэтому я стараюсь с ней особо не пересекаться, но не всегда получается.
15.11.2001 23:37:19, Крыска
А у меня бабушка такая, причем она конечно замечательная и помогает нам много, но характер:((( На все мелочи свое мнение, а начинаешь спорить обижается:(
15.11.2001 23:19:21, Daniella
Так в том-то и проблема, что человек раздувает из каждого мухи слона (не Оля, а мама раздувает). А это уже не пустяк.
Оль, могу только посочувствовать. Когда моя свекровь так делает, это иногда до абсурда доходит. И ей кажется, что главное - не сдаваться до последнего. Иногда мне начинает казаться, что у нее какие-то эмоциональные проблемы прямо :(. 15.11.2001 23:04:39, Vic (ex-Scarlett)
Оль, могу только посочувствовать. Когда моя свекровь так делает, это иногда до абсурда доходит. И ей кажется, что главное - не сдаваться до последнего. Иногда мне начинает казаться, что у нее какие-то эмоциональные проблемы прямо :(. 15.11.2001 23:04:39, Vic (ex-Scarlett)
Эмоциональные проблемы однозначно. Плюс возрастные особенности. Плюс у меня нервы не в лучшем состоянии. Все это рисует не самую радужную картину.
15.11.2001 23:38:33, Крыска
Это как разговор демократов с республиканцами. Демократам всегда кажется, что республиканцы им что-то доказывают, а республиканцам просто всё равно. Они при своём мнении просто:)) 15.11.2001 23:45:52, Вечное лето
Хорошая программа,мне ее тоже нaдо взять на вооружение,когда общаюсь со свекровушкои.
15.11.2001 23:26:56, Podsolnuh
Так вся наша жизнь и состоит из пустяков. Я не могу во всем уступить - слишком разные у нас подходы к воспитанию, да и не слишком я довольна результатами ЕЕ воспитания детей. :о)
Мы сначала договорились, что она будет делать все, что хочет, пока она с ребенком (днем). А вечером я буду делать, как я считаю нужным. Но это ей дается очень трудно. Вернее, вообще не дается. 15.11.2001 22:31:21, Крыска
Мы сначала договорились, что она будет делать все, что хочет, пока она с ребенком (днем). А вечером я буду делать, как я считаю нужным. Но это ей дается очень трудно. Вернее, вообще не дается. 15.11.2001 22:31:21, Крыска
А почему бы маму по вечерам чем-нибудь не занять? Может в бассейн ей ходить или что-нибудь ещё придумать? 15.11.2001 22:34:38, Вечное лето
Согласна, но конкретно в этом случае дело было не в мытье, а в нашей договоренности - что когда ребенок со мной, я делаю, как я считаю нужным.
Было бы хорошо, если бы она могла куда-нибудь уходить по вечерам, но не могу же я ее выпихнуть на улицу? 15.11.2001 22:41:07, Крыска
Было бы хорошо, если бы она могла куда-нибудь уходить по вечерам, но не могу же я ее выпихнуть на улицу? 15.11.2001 22:41:07, Крыска
Оль, а познакомить её с кем-нибудь возможно? Ну чтобы у мамы компания была, а если ей делать нечего, кроме как за внуком смотреть, то она туда все силы и бросает.
15.11.2001 22:49:46, ofain
Очень сочувствую! Оля, и как долго эта пытка будет длиться? Мама домой собирается когда-нибудь?
15.11.2001 22:27:27, Вербочка
Да дело-то все в том, что я сама ее пригласила. Она-то себя особо не навязывала. У меня была совершенно безвыходная ситуация - няня уезжала через неделю после своего сообщения об уходе. Да и опять - в который раз - была надежда, что мы с ней хорошо уживемся.
Она приехала на 3 месяца (до начала января) и мы в принципе обговаривали возможность ее пребывания до марта, но сейчас мне слабо в это верится. Если не найдем няню к январю, я отдам Петьку в домашний садик по соседству, пока няня не приедет. 15.11.2001 22:29:51, Крыска
Она приехала на 3 месяца (до начала января) и мы в принципе обговаривали возможность ее пребывания до марта, но сейчас мне слабо в это верится. Если не найдем няню к январю, я отдам Петьку в домашний садик по соседству, пока няня не приедет. 15.11.2001 22:29:51, Крыска
Жаль,что у вас так,мать ведь самый близкий человек. Я читаю,сочувствую,но так как у нас с мамой хорошие отношения(но тоже бывают ссоры)были по жизни,я не могу представить, чтобы у нас так. Я так скучаю по маме,очень.
Вот как у тебя у меня со свекровью так:( 15.11.2001 22:53:14, Podsolnuh
Вот как у тебя у меня со свекровью так:( 15.11.2001 22:53:14, Podsolnuh
Я по свекрови не скучаю!!! С чего это ты взяла? :о) Мне просто было грустно, что они уехали, так как они с моей мамой друг на друга заземлялись. А теперь громоотвода нет. :о(
Да, мне тоже очень грусно, что у нас так. Правда, я к этому чувству привыкла - у нас так с самой ранней юности. 15.11.2001 23:39:50, Крыска
Да, мне тоже очень грусно, что у нас так. Правда, я к этому чувству привыкла - у нас так с самой ранней юности. 15.11.2001 23:39:50, Крыска
Ты меня не поняла!!Я имела в виду,что у меня такое misunderstanding и troubles со своей свекровью.
А у тебя еще муж в командировке,хоть он бы помог вам,бедная,держись.
Моя мама-занятOй по жизни человек,особо вмешиваться в мою жизнь у нее времени не было,но по важным вопросам я всегда приходила к ней и за поддержкoi тоже.
Единственное жалею,что мама не научила жить правильно. 15.11.2001 23:50:27, Podsolnuh
А у тебя еще муж в командировке,хоть он бы помог вам,бедная,держись.
Моя мама-занятOй по жизни человек,особо вмешиваться в мою жизнь у нее времени не было,но по важным вопросам я всегда приходила к ней и за поддержкoi тоже.
Единственное жалею,что мама не научила жить правильно. 15.11.2001 23:50:27, Podsolnuh
с ума сойти ! А нельзя очень ласково с ней поговорить на тему "Мамочка, ты приехала сюда меня шантажировать или помочь мне в трудную минуту ?"?
Очень сочуствую .... 15.11.2001 22:22:38, Искра
Очень сочуствую .... 15.11.2001 22:22:38, Искра
Увы, все мои попытки поговорить с ней всегда заканчивались плачевно. Общаться мы совершенно не умеем. :о) Короче, не хочу тут особо плакаться, так как сама во многом виновата.
15.11.2001 22:26:48, Крыска
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