Disaster strikes

2-20-2009

Today is Friday. We did not have a good morning at all. I woke up, Elena prepared breakfast and I helped dress the girls for the ski lesson. They left the house and I started to help Elena clean up after the morning rush. I don’t know why, but I feel like I have to help her. It’s not really my responsibility to clean or to make breakfast, but I feel bad not helping her. I am in the kitchen putting the dishes in the dishwasher and Elena is wiping the table with pledge. She is constantly cleaning. It’s annoying.

Suddenly, I hear a very loud boom boom boom, and then screaming. I run out to the dining room and see Peter lying on the ground. He is bleeding from the mouth. This is the worst thing that can happen. If someone gets hurt, I am to blame. I feel awful, but he was with Elena! She has cared for this child his entire life. I trust her. It was no one’s fault. If there were six people in the room it could have happened.

Camilla rushes in the room. Pietro is screaming bloody murder. She takes him from me and is obviously pissed. She asks me, “Why do you not have a look at him.” What can I say? She is right. I am shaking. After some time everything settles down and everything is okay. Camilla says that these things happen, but I know she is pissed.

I won’t trust Elena again. I’m angry with her. Last night I was blow-drying Ludovica’s hair. We were playing together. Ludovica was cold, and so I was blowing the blow dryer all over her body and in her bed sheets. Elena was getting really angry by this. I was ignoring her because she was acting ridiculous. All of the sudden she yelled, “BASTA” and yanked the blow dryer out of the socket. What’s wrong with her? I felt like saying something, but I just let it go. Ludovica proceeded to cry, of course. Wonderful.