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Catching up...

Days 10-13:

I don’t know how he finds the time to write so often!  I let it go for a few days because I had no response and honestly I’m beat.  Now I know why he gets so frustrated when no one says anything!  Besides, this single parenting stuff is  a lot of work with no time left for yourself- including time to write…

So I’ll try to summarize a few days together to get back on track.  Day 10- boring. Got up, went to school, came home, had dinner, did the dishes and went to bed.  Day 11- repeat of day 10 plus a trip to the local sporting goods store.  Not only did we need to buy a soccer ball for the eldest to take to an upcoming birthday party, the youngest now needed soccer gear of his own.

The youngest had it in his head that everything had to be red.  So fingers crossed, in we went.  We found a red Nike dry fit shirt, and with the help of a store clerk had the smallest pair of red soccer socks they make (no problem our dryer shrinks everything to doll size anyway so they’ll fit after a trip though the wash.  Shoes were a bit more of a problem.  They had some he liked, but of course not in his small size.  I finally convinced him to go for a pair of Nike’s that fit but did notice that the tongue of all these cleats was paper thin.  I don’t remember the eldest’s cleats having this feature- wonder why?  Anyway, a matching ball, shin guards and we were set.

At home the first thing he did was try them on.  Thankfully everything fit, or at least the socks would after tomorrow’s laundry.  Immediately we were outside with him teaching me what a forward is supposed to do according to what his “friends” (read the other students in the eldest’s class) had taught him.  A long lecture later and I was finally allowed to kick the ball.  While soccer is not my sport and I don’t even understand the rules, I’m okay until he starts to figure it out then I’ll take a back seat to Dad yet again.

Day 12- Ahh, a Saturday!  Lately the boys have taken to quietly going down stairs and playing a game or watching British cartoons, letting Mom (and uaually Dad) sleep in a little on the weekends.  This was a welcome treat and I finally crawled out of bed about 9:30.  After a PB&J or nutella sandwich for breakfast, we lazed around doing house work and they destroyed more brain cells in front of the TV.

Then, 2 hours before the birthday party we headed out to pick up wrapping that would not give away the fact that the kids was getting a soccer ball and to be sure we could find the place.  Garmin said she could find it and it looked easy enough on google maps, but given our long list of experiences with this sort of thing we weren’t taking any chances.  And it was a good thing too.  After arriving where Garmin said the house was to be, we couldn’t find the correct house number or name.  30 minutes and a stop at the local Mason de Vin for directions we found it.  Then another 30 minutes of driving around as to not be early and viola!  The parents were quite nice and told me what time to come back.  I thought 2 hours was a short birthday party given they have a pool and these things normally take 4-6 hours here but OK.  So  again, it was back to driving to let the youngest finish his nap in the car.  The we visited the park for a while and showed back up exactly 2 hours later.  Now mind you they use the 24 hour system for time and I have difficulty understanding their spoken time in the afternoon anyway.  But I had double checked what they said with the eldest so I was confident I had it right.  Wrong.  I was supposed to show up at dix-huit heur trent, not dix-six heur trent.

I offered to come back in 2 hours but of course that was unacceptable.  Now Mom and little brother was crashing the birthday party!  We had gateau and glace (cake and ice cream) and “visited” with his parents for a while.  Then they got out the floaties for the littlest to swim with his friends.  He is convinced his older brother’s friends are his and they all absolutely love him so in he went.  In the end we have an invite for dinner when Jack returns and he now has a golf outing with the kid’s dad (I havent’ told him that part yet)

Day 13- I had suggested the day before we make one last run to the beach as it was 32 degrees the day before.  But when we awoke at 8:00 to beat the traffic, it was cold and cloudy.  Although Mom really wanted to go, the kids remembered our last outing to the beach in the cold and decided it wasn’t such a good idea.   I assured them the weather report said it would be warm and sunny later in the day but they weren’t buying it.  So in our PJ’s we stayed and watched 10 episodes of the Strumphs (okay, not really 10 but it sure seemed like it to me!)

 Later when it was hot and sunny like I said, I was yet again conned into going to the pool.  When we arrived at the pool we heard voices inside the 6 foot stone wall that houses the regular entrance, so I sent the eldest to run around to see if someone was in the pool.  Before he could return, the owners opened the door and insisted that we join them.  They are nice enough, but it was what you would call slightly awkward to invade them while she swam and he cleaned around the pool.  I tried to make it quick, but they didn’t help matters any by giving the kids noodles to use in the pool.  At least they had fun.

To round out the day, the eldest suggested we go for a bike ride.  I thought this was a good opportunity for him to practice his newly learned skills and agreed.  The youngest wanted to ride his bike and knowing his brother had a longer ride in mind, I suggested I ride Dad’s bike and when he was tired we would lock his bike up on the bike trail and pick it back up on the way home.  This made everyone happy, so on Jack’s bike I go with the kid seat on behind.  As predicted 10 minutes into it he was finished.  So we locked up the bike and put him in his seat.  Now mind you he is roughly 1/3 of my weight and it’s not easy to ride a bike that’s too big for you with this amount of weight on the back swaying ever which way.  We didn’t even start moving before we had problems.  The eldest had pulled up beside me and wanted me to look at his gear that was making noise, and as I turned to look as I was astride the bike I lost its balance.  In slow motion the youngest, strapped in his seat and the bike, went over.  There was no recovery.  He went down slow, but was seriously pissed at me for dropping him.  No tears, but “Mom, what did you do that for?!?” in a stern voice let me know I’d messed up.  With he and the bike upright, we were finally off.

Of course the eldest had to take us on the new found bike route through the nearest town that he and his dad took just before Jack departed.  Remind me to thank him later.  Now it’s the second time I’d taken this route with the youngest riding on back, but this time I was less confident which made it that much harder.  But back home we realized it didn’t bring us back down the bike path and we still had to retrieve the youngest’s bike.  He had fallen asleep on the ride and just wanted to go in and lay down.  But the drive to retrieve his bike via the road was too far and with some stern discussion we were off.  Of course the bike was about 300 yards up the path, but my angel of an eldest son had arrived on his bike way ahead of me and had unlocked both bikes and was walking them towards us. 

I had had enough for one day, and decided it was time for Dad to return.  Some things Mom’s just aren’t as good at…

-The wife

Day 14:

Its Monday. Yuck.  But today the little one decided he didn’t need to go to school anymore.  I told him I had to work so he had to go to school.  His response is that he thought his teacher would be sick.  Here if a teacher is sick, the class is cancelled for the day.  As there is no “calling tree” you simply find out when you arrive at the school and the teacher at the door is holding a sign with the teacher’s name on it saying there is no class that day.  It happened once last year and thankfully Jack was able to meet me to take the youngest for the day.  They are not exactly set up for two working parents for young kids, so I’m not sure what households that need dual incomes do.  I guess that is why women do not tend to have successful careers here and mainly do lower level work that lacks career advancement.  But don’t get me started… 

To top it off, I had a meeting that started before school did and the boys would have to go the guarderee that morning.  Thankfully, there were other kids already there and they went directly to play without further mention of the potentially sick teacher.

Day 15:

Soccer!   Given the location and timing of soccer practice we would have to go directly from school and have the youngest change his clothes in the car.  I had taken the water bottle to fill up, but of course forgot that along with a snack since I was to pick them up at the normal time.  This met woeful cries of hunger and thirst as soon as we got in the car.  There are no convenience stores here, only on the toll roads, so after a bit of quick thinking I remembered a small store of sorts in a town along the way.  Construction on the road for the second time this year that has taken 2 weeks to replace water line a quarter of a mile (at home they would get this distance finished in a day so I’m slightly annoyed with the extremely slow traffic light and their lack of a timeline) meant that I had to park and run.  There was nothing in the way of snacks.  I splurged for some cookies and an old bag of chips, water and a soda.  But of course this didn’t come to 10 euro that I needed to use me debit card.  So, more surly stale cookies and I was back on the run.

We arrived dressed, fed, and with a now full water bottle right on time.  Of course I was one of the first cars in the parking lot, but it turned out to be a good thing as I had paperwork to fill out.  With a mere Bonjour out of my mouth and the woman knew I was the non-French speaker my friend had called her about.  I filled out the paperwork, paid the fee and we were off- as long as I return with a passport sized photo and the permission slip signed by the doctor. 

With all the other parents filling out the paperwork practice started a little late.  There were about 50-60  kids on the field using the club provided balls, and my little guy with the only red ball so thankfully he was easy to spot.  When they divided them up, they only put them into 2 groups, tallest with one guy and the rest with the other.  30 to 1 is not great odds, and it is no wonder there was pushing, shoving, kicking, etc while waiting in line for a drill that took a minimum of 30 seconds for each kid to complete.  My little guy is one of the youngest in the group and I had to go take him away from the biggest kid in his group that kept throwing him on the ground at one point.  Oh for the days of one coach to 6 kids with only one hour practices back in the US!  You can’t keep a kid’s attention for an hour and a half at that age, no matter what you’re doing.  So by the end of practice he was ready to go as this was making him too sweaty.  Me too.  We haven’t bought lawn chairs here yet but it’s now on the list as I sat on the grass for an hour and a half in dress clothes. 

Day 16:  Its Wednesday, again

So with no school, the boy’s were off to my friends.  They love it there and were quite excited.  I’d love it too, but I didn’t get up on time so we had to stop by our favorite boulangerie for donuts.  Best part is they even had enough for Mom today!  Donuts are a hard find here, and when you do find them there are usually only 3 or 4.  They must have known we were coming!

Sadly for the boys, her son is now in College or the French form of junior high and now has half a day of school on Wednesday.  They were able to get their fix on PlayStation when he go home though so we were able to avoid the withdrawals.  On top of that, she even dropped them by the office on the way to take her son to Escrim or fencing.  He’s actually quite good and the one competition we watched was very interesting.

The boys had fallen back into the bad habit of not doing what they’re told when they’re told and had all games taken away so we were in for a cranky evening.  This can be a problem for anyone, but running this ship by yourself means all crew must do their part or we’ll sink.  After a few days, they thankfully realized it was Mom’s way or the highway.

Day 17:  Cleaning before the storm

The eldest was to have a friend over Friday night so I decided to move cleaning day up to ensure the place was free of the massive amounts of dog hair that “stupid” dog leaves everywhere he goes.  It seems I had forgotten that the mop had disintegrated into pieces last week and made its way into the trash.  With miles of tile I was not about to mop and besides the kid wouldn’t notice anyway.  Then off to put clean sheets on the top bunk.  This lead to the question who in the heck decided bunk beds were a good idea?  Obviously not the person trying to put a fitted sheet on the top bunk.  AND who in this house thought having bunk beds was a good idea?  In his absence, it had to be Jack.  He’s taller and it surely isn’t as hard for him- right?

Beds made, toilets cleaned I remembered I had to change the sheets in the guest room as well as a friend of mine said she may come stay with me this weekend while her husband was gone.  Upon entering the guest room the smell hit me.  There was something dead.  Great, now I have to deal with it.  I believe Jack mentioned in a prior blog that I don’t do mice- dead or alive.  I knew it was a mouse that that darn cat had killed.  Even though it was bed time, the eldest was called to the rescue.  He had to hold the flashlight while I pulled the luggage out from under the beds to determine the cause of this awful stink.  With each bag we opened I assessed its worth to determine if the whole bag would go or it a massive cleaning would ensue.  Nope, no matter what it was going.  Then he spotted it.  On the floor was a black goo.  Upon further inspection is was part of something the cat had eaten and then vomited back up under the bed.  Now she’s really on my list.  Since we weren’t headed back to the beach, I sacrificed the sand shovel and scooped up the rotting vomit and ran out the door.  Half a bottle of cleaner and a few candles later and the room was right as rain.  Although I was sure to remind my assistant that my friend would not think highly about sleeping in a bed when there was a once eaten rotting carcass under the bed the day before.  He thought it was funny, while I just cussed the hubby for not being here to do his dead thing in my house removal job.

-The wife

Day 18:  Plus one and a class meeting

A close friend of the eldest’s was to come home with us after school to spend the night after I attended the annual class meeting with the youngest’s teacher.  The meeting began with an explanation of the Green Project, which turns out to be a class trip for kids not even school aged in the US to the south of France for 3 days to learn about agriculture.  With 2 classes and 6 adults this was not a trip I was signing up to chaperone, even if I do think it was a good thing.  Other than that I got the general drift, yet I’m still not sure of the birthday party rules she spouted off at a break neck speed or what happens after the kids get their name on the board for poor behavior.  As the youngest’s birthday is in about a month this one will require a note to the teacher, for the other part we’ll just hope we don’t have to find out…

An hour and a half later, the now 3 boys were ready to go.  Thankfully I had packed enough snacks for 3 now that I was accustomed to the full meal sized “snack” that was required by the poor starved children each day.  I had previously suggested we go for pizza since we’d have a friend along, but the eldest wanted chicken breasts and burned broccoli.  I tried to explain that not all kids had the degustation of an adult, but my 40 year old in a child’s body wouldn’t hear of it.  So burned broccoli it was, well after a quick text to Dad to confirm the recipe that he brought home from his dad.  And guess what, the kid liked it and even wanted us to write down how we made it so his mom could make it.  I’m not sure how you translate putting enough oil in the bottom of a bow to sufficiently cover the broccoli in oil and shake.  That will be a question for my assistant who always has to help me with this sort of thing.  Don’t worry, I’ve share both of my Grandma’s Christmas candy recipes with her in return so at least I contribute to the French cuisine.

Day 19:  A frigid swim

We began the day with biscuits and gravy per the requests of my son who wanted to show his friend some American food.  It was met with a very polite, “C’est bizarre” and so a dry bowl of cereal served as breakfast at his request.  But otherwise this kid was a joy.  I did my best with my French, with the help of my eldest, and by the end of the day I had my very own built in French lesson every time I attempted to talk. 

Then it came, the request for the pool.  I knew it would.  But it was cold and cloudy, so my denial was at least justifiable.  Then in the late afternoon the darn sun came out.  I told them that 70 was not warm enough to swim, but the eldest wanted to show off the pool.  So I obliged warning them I was not getting in.  At the pool, the first jump in the pool took the eldest’s breath away and he had to immediately swim to the side.  Not to be out done, the friend was in next and back out in under 5 seconds.  Of course then the youngest jumped in with his life vest and screamed like he was being killed.  All in all, I think they each jumped in twice and Mom was left to fish the diving rings out of the pool with the end of the skimmer.  Problem was, two of the resident pool rings were the old style that lay flat on the bottom.  Someone had to go in after them.  With no volunteers, I kindly pushed the eldest in and told him he had to get them.  He manned up and with all pool toys put back in their places we were home in side of 15 minutes.

-The Wife

Day 19:  A brocante and a game of life

In our usual fashion, after sleeping in a little I offered to make a big breakfast.  The eldest had conned me into buying bacon from the meat counter as he is less than impressed with the bacon that comes in 7 slice packages and is paper thin.  It looked okay, but when I fried it the fat turned clear and it became extremely crisp.  I tasted it and while I’m not convinced it wasn’t cured similar to the jambon in Spain, it was easy to discern that the paper thin need 3 packages to feed your family packaged bacon was the way to go.  But you never know until you try.

My friend came for the afternoon and we decided to go to a brocante a few minutes away to see if there was anything we couldn’t live without.  Of course there wasn’t as there was mostly clothing and junk.  We did get to go into a fascinating church from the 11^th and 12^th centuries. It was wonderfully preserved, and the graveyard we had to walk through to get there was just as fascinating.  I’ve been wondering how the family plots work as it is apparent that several family members share the same plot but haven’t felt comfortable enough to ask anyone yet for fear of offending someone.  Also, I’ve never seen a hearse here, let alone a funeral procession.  Although my friend is Hungarian, I decided this was the perfect time to ask.  She wasn’t sure in France, but assured me there was enough room in each plot for individual burials and it was highly regulated.  By my math, and the fact that cremations are rare here, with no new cemeteries insight I’m still not convenience.  She did indicate that they don’t embalm people in Europe which I thought was interesting, and I now wonder why we do in the US in addition to what practices are used in other parts of the world.  But I’m quite sure my colleagues would be offended if I took a poll at my travel destinations so I’ll have to stick to google for an answer to that question.  Can you indicate on google that you don’t want pictures?  That may be a little much!

As evening drew near, I had high hopes of spending some time working.  At the youngest’s request to play a game, that became a fleeting thought.  So to the shelf of games we went.  His choice:  The Game of Life in Spanish.  I convenience him the English version was better, to which he responded “yeah, we haven’t played that in years.”  So after 15 minutes of organizing the money and all of the associated cards, we were set.  He and I played for a good 30 minutes.  I am so impressed a child of his age is interested in this sort of game and is even happy to play by the rules.  He loves rules, but tell him he needs to pay taxes and he simply says “it doesn’t matter.”  Wonder if I could try that?

Next we were on to Uno.  This time we had to play by his rules.  So we simply took turns laying down cards and saying I’ll give you a blue 5.  Amazing way to review his letters and colors!  Way to go Uno.  Now if they can just come up with one for letters we’re set! 

Day 20:  Evaluations

We were out the door on time, but with the still ongoing water line work, that has only moved the length of 4 pipes in the last 2 days, and the driver who would only to 50 in a 70 and 30 in a 50 (note that 30 km is around about 15 mph) we were late.  I decided with parking I would have to drop the kids at the cross walk or they’d be late.  Given the 3 notes I’ve received about being late to school and the process to get your kids into class I wasn’t taking a chance of breaking our perfect on time record.  The boys  jumped out and were off, right on time.  But when I got to the office I noted their snack back was still in the seat of the car.  Oh no, now I’m in trouble.  Ok, mental note to 1 remember to take the snack bag when I leave the office and 2 be sure to get out of the office early which is easier said than done.

I managed to leave only 5 minutes later than planned, but traffic was ridiculous!  It took me 20 minutes to make the normal 8-10 minute drive.  Of all the luck.  When I arrived at school there were no hi moms, it was simply you forgot our snack.  I assured them it was in the car and I had tried to come early, but the only response I got was from the little one telling me he had to eat baguette.

In the car, the eldest indicated he had evaluations today.  So I asked him how he did.  Okay.  What do you mean okay?  I did the best I could on my grammer evaluation.  Okay, that I understand but how did you do.  The little smarty pants didn’t know what they were exactly asking but easily figured out the verb and then successfully dissected the parts of the sentence perfectly.  I’m not even sure I could do that in English at this point in life let alone in a foreign language I’d been speaking for about a year with little instruction.  He also did well on history and math.  My little genius makes me proud.  But that reminds me, I’d better stop making donut runs in the morning and put the extra money away for MIT…  How much can you get for the sale of a kidney?

Hijacking the blog

Thanks to the hubby who provided the password, here are my "posts" from the last week...

Hijacking the Jack Butler Blog…

8/30/12

Well, I thought about hijacking the Jack Butler blog but given my lack of knowledge of blogger and the password I guess this email list will have to work.  While Jack is trekking across Spain I’m going to keep a brief synopsis of the goings on around the house.  I know it always makes me feel better to read what’s going on at home while I’m on the road so this is my attempt to return the favor.  Now beware that I am not the author that Jack is and I am not funny.  So sit back and get ready to read a dry, boring, memo-like account of the Jack-less Butler household.

We had decided I would drive Jack and his Dad to their starting point in the south of France.  On the day we were scheduled to leave I had to give a presentation in a town on the beach an hour and a half in the direction we were heading.  In order to maximize time, and kid duty, we decided they could enjoy the town and beach while I yapped and then we would continue our journey south.  I know he’s mentioned my Jetson-like car with its remote for a key before, but today it would be a source of irritation rather than convenience.  When they dropped me off, I turned off my phone and entered the building purse in tow.  As decided, I called them 4 hours later to come get me.  Well, they couldn’t.  It seems I took my key with me- safely tucked in its pouch inside my purse.  This means they could drive the car, but once they shut it off there was no turning it back on.  Their first, and last, stop was a local sporting goods store.  Thankfully, there was a McDonald’s across the parking lot and there is no fee for hanging out at the playplace all day.  Well, I arrived in my taxi just before they were put to work to find 4 guys as cheery as could be given the circumstances.  Great start- poor guys!

But we arrived to the little town on schedule and quickly found the Pilgram office.  With stamps and weather info in tow, the next stop was their hotel for the night.   After I, being the only woman of the group, did my womanly duty and asked for directions we found it.  The room was small but clean.  The place only had six rooms and the inn keeper explained the check out procedure was to leave your key on the hook labeled with your room number.  So it was actually a bargin for 50 euros a night.   After dinner at a local pizza place we said good bye wishing our men a safe and fun trip and the kids and I headed back home. 

Now as you know, Jack is protective of his little brood and was quite worried about us driving 4 hours back home in the dark in this strange country, even though we’ve lived here quite a while now.  He tends to forget the hours I’ve spent on the road and my build in translator in the eldest, but I guess he can worry if he wants.  Needless to say we made it home just fine with the help of both GPS systems screaming at me just in case one had a faster route.  Upon arrival, I dutifully send a text of our safe arrival and made the kids walk to their rooms.  Sad to say, but I can’t carry them up the stairs anymore.  I’d like to think it’s because their steep and winding- but in reality it’s because both are at least half my size!

Day 1:

It seems I’ve traded in my normal bed partner for 2- the eldest and his dog.  I got little sleep between feet in the face, the dog snoring and refusing to move despite the need to lay right up against you!  I guess this is where I say “stupid dog.”  Sleepily, we made the dentist appointment on time then discovered a store I hadn’t checked yet for serviettes – bibs.  The youngest is in his 3^rd year of school at the mighty age of 4 (almost 5) and the damn school still makes them wear bibs at lunch!  Now I appreciate them looking out for his clothes since they’re hard to come by, but really?  Have you ever tried to find a bib that is big enough for a 5 year old? Or one that doesn’t have baby designs on it?  Well, it’s damn near impossible.  Jack made me throw away last years, which I’ve been cussing him about for the last 2 weeks as I’ve been looking for new ones.  But the new store by the dentist finally came through.  Light orange is not exactly manly, but at this point I was considering making them out of a dish towel without a sewing machine.  Needing 4 this was to be an all weekend project, so light orange it is.  We still haven’t called them a bib, as its okay since it’s a “serviette” and all the kids wear them.  Wait until he’s older and sees the pict of me modeling one of last year’s- he’s going to die!

Other than that it was a normal day and we got word that Jack and crew made it over the mountains without the storms they were calling for.  They met up with a couple from Minnesota along the way, and then had to help the woman up from a fall down a steep embankment.  I didn’t get from the text if her hubby was there or not, but I did get the gist that she was rather large and really needed the help.  Guess we’ll have to wait to get the rest of the story in 5 more weeks…

Day 2:

Well, I had to work today so the kids were headed to a friend’s.  Without the other half, we’d have to have an army-like approach.  But, my little soldiers fell in line.  Up, happy, fed, dressed, teeth brushed and out the door only 3 minutes late.  Needless to say my friend had overslept and was still in bed when we arrived- right on time.  So while the kids played and were treated to McDonalds (I didn’t have the heart to tell her they spent the day there on Tuesday…) I worked.  Since all of France is returning from Holidays and realizing all the things that didn’t do themselves while they were away I think I would have gotten more done by going to McDonalds myself!  Oh-well, now I know why my friend chose this week to take off!

The evening went well and I even secured a trip to the neighbor’s pool for this weekend.  It seems our mighty hikers made it through the day, but are staying in a place where they have to share a bathroom with all other how did he put it- Dirty, disgusting, smelly Europeaners?  Well, you get the drift.  If you haven’t noticed by now, Jack is somewhat of a clean freak (and yes dear, we picked up our shoes so there isn’t a giant pile by the door yet).  So he’s in hell so to say.  I haven’t heard about dinner yet, but I can only imagine.  I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the noodles and yogurt he had for dinner last night… 

Well, if I can make room between the eldest and the dog I’m off to sleep in my nice CLEAN bed.  Unless of course the youngest decides my bed is the place to be too then I’m heading to the top bunk.  No one sleeps up there unless you’re a guest and right now the inn keeper’s away so the sign is off…

-The wife

Day 3:    Haircut gone bad

This morning we made it out the door on time, so I have high hopes for making it to school before the final bell next week.  The kids were off to my Friend’s- swim trunks in tow and I actually had a productive day at the office.  Over lunch I went to pick up their school supplies I ordered from the French version of the PTA.  After last year’s debacle of trying to translate and then locate all of the various items it was well worth the money to buy it from the “PTA” and just pray it was good quality stuff.  Of course I showed up right on time and was the second one there.  To my surprise it was actually quite organized.  Each child’s items were boxed with their name on them, segregated by class.  I consider this a small success as I had nightmares of how this could have gone and that I would be picking the items out of a box based on the list and be back to square one.  Now, I would say that they could have put the names on the side of the box so you didn’t have to move every box in the 3-4 stacks per class to find the right one, or had the classes in order but this would have been asking a little too much…

At home we opened their boxes and were quite happy with the quality of the supplies, and the ease!  Although I’m not sure why they thought the eldest would be okay with pink and purple scissors or a pink fountain pen.  Thankfully last year’s scissors are still in good shape and being the pen addict that he is he had already conned Mom and Dad out of a very nice fountain pen the week before.  So, all supplies labeled and packed away in their bags we’re ready for school.  Light orange serviettes and all!

As the boys have let their hair grow for the last 3-4 months they are looking a little shaggy (note they started from a ¼ inch so it is not even fully over their ears yet).  As the eldest is starting to care about his appearance he opted for a professional “coiffeur” while the youngest just wanted Mom to do it based on his very specific instructions.  At the appointed time we showed up.  I had prepared with the help of google translate and my assistant, but the eldest wanted to give her instructions on his own.  He told her he wanted a little off the back and wanted to be able to sweep the front to the side.  Somehow she didn’t listen to a word of his perfect French.  I knew it was bad when she moved to the other side and his hair was well above his ear but by then it was too late.  She must have noticed I was pissed so she asked him how long he wanted it in the front.  He said to just trim it, but she thought this meant take it almost all the way up his forehead and so she did.  In the car, he just said it was a little shorter that he wanted but it looked good so it was okay.  Whew- bullet dodged, or so I thought.  At bath time it was the youngest’s turn and just as I was preparing my barber chair the eldest went to the other bathroom to take his shower.  The sight of his hair in the mirror brought tears, as I was sure it would and rightly so.  He was so upset that his hair wouldn’t be long when we got back to the States and was certain he’d lost a month’s worth of growth (or 2!).  Then I felt even worse when I set about truly trimming his little brother’s hair so that it was presentable and even, but barely any shorter.  So, it is decided Mom is back in charge of hair cutting.  So much in charge I had to cut the naturally growing rat tail off the back of his neck since the scissor happy coiffeur seemed to miss that part.  

Dad had sent a text letting us know of another day successfully completed and after hearing of the incident saved the day by sending the eldest a text.  Our mighty hikers seem to be doing well, or are just leaving it out on the 2-3 texts per day.  They will be run through the car wash before being let back in the house however.  Last night’s accommodations were equally questionable to the night before’s but at least they had their own bathroom.  It seems they continue to meet interesting people from various parts of the world and I’m sure will have a lot of stories.

-The Wife

Day 4:  Dinner and a play at the local Abby

Well, as expected when the eldest clammered out of bed this morning (and yes his own this time) the hair on his head stood straight up just as expected.  He is blessed with double crowns so this is an ongoing battle.  It had just been lying down under the weight of his thick hair for the last month or so, so I was sad to see our old foe return.  He was too.  But in all his wisdom, he indicated that his bangs would grow back before Dad returns and what does he care what his hair looks like- he doesn’t have to look at himself all day long.  I’ll have to remember this bit of wisdom next time I brave the coiffeur, as I haven’t had much better luck than he has…

After lazing around the house half the morning we decided it was time to take care of some chores and head to the grocery store and the cleaners.  Since I can’t fit our duvets in our tinny washer I decided I’d have to do like everyone else and have them professionally cleaned.  I’m normally used to everything being closed at lunch, but the cleaner takes a REALLY long lunch break.  My attack was to put the 3 full sized duvets and my bag of dry cleaning in the cart on my way into the grocery store.  Efficient, even if everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.  Then I realized why.  The damn cleaners was closed until 3 instead of the usual 2.  So back in the car they went.  We bought our groceries plus the 10 extra items the kids always “need” but never eat, but then realized we didn’t have room for the groceries AND the laundry in the car.  Ok, so just get a second cart and put the laundry in there and take it back inside.  Nope.  The grocery carts take either a token or a 1 euro coin.  I had every coin but 1 euro and didn’t have a second token.  Frustrated, I made it work using the front seat as my second cart.  But then became even more agitated when I had to pay 25 euros a piece for cleaning!  Note these are not high quality linens- we paid 40 for most of them so in the end I should have just donated them to the French version of the GoodWill and bought new and I would have felt better about it.  Oh well, now I know to either buy nice linens or give them away when it’s time to have them cleaned and start again.  They’d better look and smell brand new when I pick them up – in 1 week!

As I had stupidly promised we’d go to the pool today, we had to go.   I warned it would be cold given the breezy high of about 70 but you can’t tell a kid that and expect them to believe you.  Dawning our swim suits and pool toys in tow we made our way over to the gite next door.  Thankfully the youngest, who still can’t swim because by French standards he’s still too young for lessons, likes his life vest and gets along just fine under a watchful eye.  I did sit on the side with my feet in the water, but short of one of them drowning that was as far as I was going.  And for good reason.  After 5 minutes, the youngest was shivering.  5 minutes after that the eldest was cold too.  Checking to be sure we left everything in good order I noted one diving ring in the middle of the pool.  Unable to reach it with the skimmer the eldest was told he had to go back in since he was the one that left it there and a forgotten toy did not fall under my drowning rule of the day.  After a fair bit of whining and repeating my attempt with the skimmer, in he went.  Toys in tow we were back inside within about 20 minutes. 

Since we missed the Fete at the local Abby last year, we vowed to make it this year.  Unfortunately Jack isn’t here but given our great experience with a play on the 100 years war I conned the kids into going.  Amazingly they were up to the task and we arrived in the 206 (easier to park and the hubby told me to drive it every once in a while) just 5 minutes after starting.  This is an achievement as I had the urge to rush around but I knew we’d be early compared to the masses so I convinced myself it was okay.  Dinner was served- pork and vegetable soup to remind you of what they ate the 12^th century when the Abby was built, with baguette, cheese, apple tart and wine.  My princes sat perfectly and we made friends with the couple and their father who sat across from us.  They were nice and she spoke enough English to translate when her husband explained he worked for Bio (read organic) agriculture production.  So of course he had questions about the US and our “hormone” beef- which was all the more interesting since his father was a chef and we tried to talk food.  I only wish my son would be more proactive in helping me talk to people like this.  I do okay and he helps me pronounce words when people don’t understand my English accent but that’s about it.  The little devil!

Then the play began.  30 minutes late of course.  It was supposed to tell us about the history surrounding the Abby, but between the tarot card reader and the guy who was telling the story I was somewhat lost.  And they tried to make it funny by breaking out modern music every once in a while which the servants in the play disobediently danced to.  Anyway, this humor was lost on me and coupled with the fact that it was cold despite our jackets and that the youngest was asleep in my lap, we bailed.  We weren’t the only ones bored with the production and had more fun watching the drunken group we walked out behind.  Oh well, now we know.  But that won’t stop us from going to the next town’s fete as normally the French have wonderful theater and even if I don’t understand all of it, it is intoxicating to watch.  Besides, if I keep at it I may just convince these uncultured heathens I call a family to break down and go to a symphony with me.  I doubt it, but I haven’t given up hope just yet… 

-The Wife

Day 5:  A normal Sunday in France

We are bums!  We slept until 9:30 and didn’t get out of our PJ’s until noon.  But, since nothing is open on Sundays there really isn’t much else to do.  So with a clean house and a few games of tag, we opted for a nice dinner.  Pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, and carrots.  The youngest even broadened his mind and tried the mashed potatoes!  As long as they’re vegetables he’ll eat anything these days, convinced by his father that they will immediately make his muscles bigger.  This is good, but what do you say about fruit?  And better yet, how do you explain in a way he’ll understand what is the difference?  After the obligatory 20 questions (10 of which are repeated) he just eats them anyway.

-The Wife

Day 6:  A few last minute pick me ups

The day before school starts and the eldest is still without his coveted Croq Sportifis that are all the rage with the young people here.  It’s sad to see him check their website daily to discover the ones he wants are still out of stock.  Poor guy even broadened his choice of shoe and still can’t get them.  So, as Dad recommended before he left, he opted for a trip to town to buy a new pair of the same shoes he already has.  We were in and out in 5 minutes, then across the street to a clothes store to get a shirt for the new shorts he wanted to wear.  Of course we also came out with a sweater and a Ben 10 shirt for the youngest. 

Then it was time for lunch.  As Mom is boycotting McDonald’s out of sheer cheeseburger overload due to the limited variety of places to eat in a reasonable amount of time, we opted for KFC.  I think every Frenchmen in the world had the same idea.  So back in the car and through the drive through we went.  With our normal 20 chicken strip bucket in tow, we were off to our old stomping grounds to eat in the park.  After scaring off the geese who obviously had a flavor for KFC themselves, not realizing we were eating their cousins, we spent a good deal of time on the play ground. 

On the way out, the boys love to run down a hill next to the stairs.  It’s purely an erosion issue or broken leg waiting to happen however you want to look at it, but fun all the same.  Until they disobeyed orders to stop at the gate.  Running full blast across the parking lot they nearly got run down by an oncoming car.  A firm scolding later and a re-try to ensure they remembered to stop at the gate and we were underway.

As promised, gotta stop doing that, we were to BBQ sausages on the grill.  Determined to get the terrible excuse they call charcoal to light, I reverted to my days as a girl scout and made a stick fire on top to get it going.  After a lot of lighter gel, and yes it sucks too, we were good to go.

A few texts to Dad and the boys were bathed and in bed.  Now, if they don’t stop telling Dad about all the good stuff I’m cooking the cook is going to go on strike.  Poor guy is eating bread three meals a day and an occasional sausage from the store.  Although that is a little concerning as he had to text me to ask how to know if it needed to be cooked or not!  Otherwise they are doing well.  Their feet hurt, as expected, but continue to meet lots of people and have a good laugh finding housing accommodations.  One night all they could find was a room over a bar, which was sadly one of the nicer places they’ve stayed.

-The Wife

Day 7:  The Start of a New School Year

We were up and out the door on time with smiles on faces and the obligatory pictures taken.  This is despite the fact that Mom was dead tired.  The youngest decided he absolutely needed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 in the morning.  I dutifully slept walk down the stairs, made the PB&J, along with a glass of apple juice and headed back up.  Now it didn’t take 3 minutes for the whole thing and guess what- he was already back asleep! 

We arrived 10 minutes before school usually starts in order to find parking.  Note that there is no parking lot for the school and another school is just a block down the narrow one way street so this is a problem even on the ordinary day.  Upon arrival we were “greeted” by his teacher with a demand of if Cash was eating at the Canteen with no Bon jour.  Great.  And then we wait in the court yard. And wait, and wait.  I became concerned when a table with coffee, OJ, and pastries was set up.  I had a meeting at 9:30.  At 9:15 I emailed the guy to let him know I’d be late and started asking questions.  Of course no one knew, but at least the youngest was still excited to be there which was to my surprise.  The finally the directrice came and called each child by name, checking them off the list as they entered the classroom.

By the way, standing in the courtyard full of parents and their kids who are all socializing and bragging about their holidays when only one Mom will say 2 words to you, no wait it was 10 tops, is a little humbling.  I now know what discrimination feels like and will be damned if I ever let something like that happen to another living soul while I’m around even if I can’t speak their language.  Now my French is embarrassingly bad, but I can converse on general topics and I know a lot of them can match my French with their English so this is just bullshit.  I’m just glad it doesn’t happen to the kids, or at least not that they notice.

I did notice a few things myself though.  New clothes, especially shoes, are not a tradition on the first day of school.  Neither is picking up the kid’s supplies before hand and labeling them.  At least 4 of the kids in the youngest’s class of 27 had parents retrieving boxes, opening them and searching for a pen to write their kid’s name on their stuff with.  Also, there are a LOT more girls than boys in all the classes.  The eldest has 7 in his class of 30 or so, and the youngest has a whopping 8.  In addition to that, who in their right mind puts all 8 5 year old boys at the same table and expect them to pay attention?  Now granted, this new teacher is a stern, mean woman who had no problem scolding kids for running with their parents standing next to her, but still.  I’ll be interested to see if they’re still seated like that when I go for the class meeting in 2 weeks.  Last year one of the Moms complained about an English speaking boy in the class, so this year when I can understand 80% of what they say should be even more fun.

Upon picking them up from school it seems both boys had a good day.  The directrice, read principle, is the eldest’s teacher and he reported she was nicer in class than she seems in his casual meetings with her.  Even the youngest likes his teacher.  But it seems Mom was a bit stingy with the after school snacks of apples and 4 Madeline’s each, to the point of getting comments from other kids.  I thought this was plenty and it was more than they usually eat for a snack at home but the worst part is what to do differently.  It’s not as if I can run out and buy fruit snacks, Cheeze-its, etc.  They just don’t have snack food here.  Guess I’ll wander down the grocery store isles again…

-The Wife

Day 9: Club de cyclisme

Today I worked from home as the boys don’t have school on Wednesdays and I thought it was a bit imposing to ask my friend who is off on Wednesdays to watch them every week.  Up with laptop in hand and I got an email from a friend who was helping me make calls to find a cycling club for the eldest and soccer for the youngest.  I’m still not able to make these type of calls by myself as I lack the vocabulary and you’d be surprised what you can do with body language that you can’t do over the phone.  It seems the club I gave her the number to had a group of kids the eldest’s age, but practice (or whatever you call it) was tonight at 3:00.  He needed a bike, check, helmet, check, and bike shorts which would require a trip to the local sporting goods store.  Then I also realized I’d need to install the bike rack on the car, which is the hubby’s job and I’ve never paid that much attention.  Dad would be proud of my “mechanical” skills and it was installed in no time.  Due to the fact that I was working and the drive over would constitute my lunch we had to buy said shorts in a hurry.  Last pair of shorts in his size and a shirt that is slightly too big and we were in and out in a flash.

Despite having directions and 2 GPSs, I got lost.  I drove around for 15 minutes, and finally returned to the building that I had turned around at once before after seeing the 8x12 sized sign with a faded bike on it.  The people were extremely friendly and he had a jersey on and was on his bike and off in no time.  Due to the fact that this little burg was 40 minutes from the house, the youngest and I had brought his bike to work on riding without training wheels while waiting the 2 hours for big bro to ride his bike and I was to get a little work done.  But the poweraide and a deep sleep in the car while I was checking brother in 10 feet away meant we had wet clothes.  He would not stay in them and was naked from the waist down in 5 seconds flat.  Thankfully the eldest had the clothes he wore to the store thrown in the floor board of my car.  After some stern coaxing, we had brother’s pants on with the tops rolled down and him clutching them for dear life.  At the store our strategy was to put him in the cart and for him not to move to avoid showing the world his bare butt.  It worked and with new clothes in the cart (no bags unless you bring your own or buy a new one) we headed back to the car to remedy our situation. 

The instructor said the eldest has good riding skills as speed, but was quite unstable when he goes slow but he had a wonderful time and definitely wants to join.  Then back in the car as quickly as possible to rush to yet another dentist’s appointment.  A 45 minute drive without traffic at rush hour, I was mildly panicked.  Of course we hit a traffic jam, but still managed to make it right on time.  An hour after arriving and we were in the dentist’s chair.  It only took about 20 minutes and thankfully we don’t have to go back for 6 months for a regular cleaning.

Another email from a friend indicated we have a soccer club with practice on Tuesday nights lined out, so even the youngest has had a bright spot in his day.  So now that I’ve finished working since I didn’t get to during the cycling training as planned its late and I’m hitting the hay.  Hopefully this time without the PB&J…

-The Wife