Talking to your mom this nice Friday.
 

I say my kids are sick, flu and shit, kids get sick, 9 kids in our class got sick.
She says I told you to take care of kids, take them to the swimming pool because
only swimming protects from getting flu, more, they should undergo the solt mine
procedures I told you about.

I say so i keep renting basically, it's too soon to tell if I am going to stay here for good,
and in general there is a lot of paperwork to call it done, so I will keep renting.
She says, God no, it must be your own house, of course you can't afford what you want but you could buy an apartment that would accommodate you and your family just fine, like other millions of people live 4 in a 50 sq.m. 2 bedroom, kids must have their own home. And that I must be having regrets about moving abroad, I'd better stay home and just concentrate on the living in my home country like millions do.

Then I notice there is no need to push around and speaking this way won't help a thing, basically there was a chance to help me get what i wanted but you never liked her, and only considered it all serious when you heard about our 2nd child to be born.
And she says Ive been always doing things my way and never wanted any advice of hers, and I didnt even tell I was going to have a child at all...

This is where I hung up and got to the kitchen to have a sip of beer.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still get to take manipulator class each time I call my mother.