I am exhausted. I worked every morning this week and did not get to bed early. Peter is sick and the girls are also feeling a little under the weather. Everyone has a cold. Camilla does not let them shower or go to the swimming pool if they are sick. I think the shower thing is a little strange. I can understand not washing the hair and not going to the pool, but an entire week is a long time to go without bathing. Camilla is very tired because Peter has not been sleeping at night, so I've been working a little harder than usual it seems.
Yesterday the girls took Camilla's photos and made her scrapbooks (album per ritagli). I don't know if Camilla was too thrilled with them sticking all her precious photos in a book, but she seemed not to mind too much. I don't argue with the children. If they want to do something that I think might be a problem, I warn them and then let the mother deal with the issue. This way the children like me better and there are no power struggles. It's my job to make sure the toys are put away, that they have a bath, to dress them and to keep them happy. I avoid all arguments like the plague.
I am actually avoiding the plague. Peter has had a fever for three days and he is absolutely miserable. He won't eat, he can't sleep ... I am sure I am going to get whatever sickness he has. I am constantly washing my hands and I am drinking lots of OJ. However, today I woke up and felt the sickness in the back of my throat and nose. GREAT. It seems like I have been sick ever since I got here.
This morning I spent some money. I know, I know .... but I was feeling miserable and I just needed to buy some things. I also got a haircut. I went to the Aveda salon by Piazza de Spagna. I love my new haircut so much. It was a great salon and I just walked right in with no problem. I love being in a big city. These are the times when I don't miss Gainesville a bit. I explained to the stylist that I was trying to grow my hair out, but that I needed her to shape the cut. She told me that my face is suited for short hair and that if I grow my hair long, I should keep short layers in the front. Good tip.
I also bought a few blouses and a light, linen jacket. The washing machine here is rough on my clothes and all of them are looking worn out. I can't stand this. Also, I needed lightweight, long sleeve shirts for Morocco because I need to respect the culture and cover my arms and legs. This is also for my own protection, I guess. So, I had a good day. :)
I want to say a few words about Federico. I never talk about him. Mainly because he is rarely home. He travels very frequently for work and when he does come home during the week, he arrives around 9 p.m. He is a very nice man and at first I thought that he really just has to work a lot, but now I wonder if he likes to be away. The gender roles are much more defined in Italy than in the US. It is very rare for me to see Federico make any attempt at domesticity. He never cooks, he does not clean, he is different with the babies ... Sometimes I think he's like a fourth child. Hahaha. This seems typical of upper class Italian family units. I like the American family life more because I like to see a man participate in the home environment. I like that Nick cooks dinner, goes to the grocery store and comes home at 5 p.m.
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