My mom was supposed to arrive in Geneva this morning so I decided to give her a quick bon-voyage phone call last night and double check on her flight times. It's a good thing I did. I discovered that she won't be arriving until Wednesday, two days from now. And she tried her damnedest to tell me it was Tuesday over and over. "Honey it says right here on my ticket TUESDAY! It's printed right here clear as day!" And I tried my damnedest to remind her that we're a day away over here meaning she'd arrive Wednesday morning even if she does leave on Tuesday, but after her realizing I was brainless enough to want to pick her up on Monday she had a hard time being convinced of my complex Time Zone theory.So as you can see we are clearly a family of rocket scientists.
Now my week is all screwed up because all those people I told I couldn't do anything with on Monday because of mom's arriving were all scheduled for Wednesday and Thursday. My Wednesday and Thursday were jam packed. On top of that I had a doctor's appointment forcefully changed today from Friday to Thursday. It's an infertility doctor so it means an early morning visit and then lab tests and results getting phoned in after lunch sometime. All this meaning they'll keep me waiting by the phone until 5:45pm. And all meaning my entire day will be shot. Suddenly my well planned week is like someone planted land mines in the middle and end of it. Pow! And here I am stuck inside forced to replan it all like I'm a Geneva business woman instead of a sahm with the entire series of Prison Break on CD-RW discs just waiting to be watched (pleasant fodder for ironing women I gotta tell you).
The weather today was gorgeous again and we were outside all afternoon even though the house looks like a bunch of heroine addicts were living in it all weekend. There is laundry everywhere! It's clean laundry which needs IRONED and it was piled in a basket until a certain Frenchman decided to find a missing shirt and a certain toddler decided to help him. I was feeling the onslaught of a sore throat and headache last night so I just left it all. Today it's still there, lazy housewife that I am. It's a very good thing my mother in law lives eight hours away and can´t see my house.
Actually come to think of it she loves ironing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She always irons when she visits us.
Speaking of which we're supposed to visit Mexico in one month. It's probably a good idea since we'll be MOVING there in five months. We should have gone in November then December then it just kept getting put off and now we have to go soon before the check it out visit gets combined with a "oh yeah while you're out there you might as well just STAY." Anyway we are thinking of asking the in-laws to watch Little S for the week we're gone. Actually we already asked but they have asked that we bring Little S to them in Normandy and we can't do that. We don't really want to leave out of Paris. How grueling to add six hours on each way.
I'm ready to just take him with us to Mexico. It's so strange to me to just leave him and go to another continent and say "la-di-da I'm having such a good time!" while my boy is left behind following a little retired French routine of timed lunch schedules and brisk daily walks.
Or you know it might just have the opposite effect. Actually I may just surprise myself and have a simply smashing time drinking Mai-Tais and sticking exotic flowers behind my right ear while mother-in-law phones saying "WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK! We've had all we can take of this...this BEAST!!" while I just dart my eyes and snap my fingers for the waiter to bring me another drink.
I think I'll be feeling the pull of the apron (heart) strings if I have to leave him. I'm not sure if I can do it. I know Seb and I need the break together but I think he needs us and so I'm finding it hard to agree to all of this. But then again there are those Mai-Tais to consider.
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Oh, no...sorry about your mixed-up week. If you'd prefer, we can get together after les vacances. I have a friend coming to visit from Lyon rather unexpectedly, as well, so my week's going to be pretty packed. Maybe the weekend after vacation? Let me know how things look for you.
Sorry Nichole I thought you'd read that! I was going to e mail you last night but I wrote that so late that I fell asleep (see I told you I'm up late!) I want to get pictures printed so I may do that on the weekend. I have some good ideas for my book! I'll drop you a line !
Little S'd be more than welcome to hang out at the zoo with us...fora mai thai, provided it'll keep long enough for me to have the exorcism first. Or maybe just a sombrero...
When my daughter was five months I left her for a week with my parents to attend a family wedding in France. It was hard and the trip did contain some hysterical crying and numerous phone calls, but it also was the beginning of my love and attraction to the Alps. Every year, my husband and I take one week without the kids. Now that they are older (2 and 5), they openly talk about their week with Grammie and Grampa with no qualms about us leaving. My parents have their own rules and I know that bed times, limits on sugar, and daily baths are ignored, but for one week I get to be just a wife and an adult. I miss the kids and we do have a phone card and call at least daily, but I am a better mom after a week break. Although my husband's mother is older and less able to care for the children, I have even relaxed enough to allow her to take the kids for a weekend. Of course, they come back with a few bad habits but the time is worth it. If you have the opportunity to take an "adult" vacation, I would recommend it, especially since once you move to Mexico your in-laws probably won't be as accesible. Enjoy the planning of the trip!
Doc I can only imagine the evil those two little devils could conjure up in a week.
Hexe I think I will do it if his parents agree to come here. I just can't see leaving him in a strange environment. He's only seen his grandparents a half dozen time. But I do see the urgent need for some adult time. Thanks for your input :)
Ditto Hexe, and the offer stands. Evil or not, it's be...interesting.
I still can't believe you are moving! It's definitely a good idea to check out the place before you move.
Too bad you have to leave your little one behind. I say just go ahead and take him with! ;o)
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