The in laws are coming to Lyon tomorrow afternoon but the problem is that Little S and I are at home in Th*n*n. and more importantly Little S is sick and he's been keeping me up late nights and then getting me up at the crack of dawn. I'm very, very tired in the way you would be say if you had someone beat you on the head with a shovel all night and then asked you to work 14 hours in a chinese sweat shop factory sewing Disney t-shirts the next day. I certainly don't want to take the train with a sick baby and the thought of driving also makes me utter a resolute UGH! The conditions at the Villeurbanne apartment are always a little how shall we say, sparse especially when there hasn't been a feminine touch for a couple of weeks. The fridge will be full of barquettes of tabouleh and there won't be any milk for the coffee, which will be stale, and the butter will be rancid and full of toast shards. It usually takes a full day to correct all these little nuances, to change the sheets and scrub the potty and arrange the makeshift kitchen pantry so it doesn't look like a bachelor haven.I have two thoughts, one is of course I don't want to force my in-laws to put up with the bachelor pad and the bachelor food for a night. The other is I don't want to have to drive three hours to Lyon with a sick baby to clean and cook, only to return the next day, to clean and cook here in Th*n*n where there will be so much built up construction dust from two days work that you won't be able to see the floor.
The apartment in Lyon is difficult and I don´t think the inlaws will be comfortable there. We are forced to cook on a campstove and take cold showers because we keep missing our rendez vous with the guy from GDF to turn of the gas. They won't like that either and we'll get the darty eye thing. I hate the darty eye thing!
There's a lot going on right now that I can't really discuss yet but our little plate is overflowing with stressful decisions. We are probably nuts and should just STOP torturing ourselves but nevertheless we can't seem to do this. I'm sure there are lots of quotes about adventure and risk taking that are appropriate to insert here, and could offer some clue to the dilemmas we're facing, but risk and adventure are leaving us a little weary as it is and the thought of more is well, frightening and well, tempting.
Meanwhile let me go pack because we're still riding out this last adventure and it's making me very tired.
3 comments:
I say let them cope with the "bachelor pad and the bachelor food" for just one night. It won't kill them. Besides you have a sick little one that probably shouldn't be traveling anywhere anyway. That, and you sound like you could probably use some rest.
By the way, I never heard of the word "rambleshack" until now. Learn something new everyday!
What D said.
And, foutoir! Bwah-ha-ha! I can feel the love. :)
Screw the "outlaws" and stay home and take care of your sick one. They can get over it, and as I remember they like leftover coffee, so why not leftover milk and toast crunchies.
PS your house is great, they just cant see the potential because they dont have your vision.
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