Bullet brain

There isn't much of a blog post to write mainly because there's just a lot of ramblings in my brain which is normal I think given all the change and shock of returning somewhere (anywhere) after spending considerable time in Mexico. Mexico is so different from anywhere else, but especially France with all its ...how to say...Frenchness. It all feels strange right now.

This is going to be a bullet post which I hate but can't do anything about unless I find the gumption to pull it all together into one post (I won't) so...

We are staying in the airport hotel in a little village called Roissy en France. It's an adorable little town with cobblestone streets and flowers everywhere, kind of surreal like a movie set or something. French towns can be like this sometimes, especially if they're small. Every ten minutes or so a flight attendant rounds the corner or comes out of the boulangerie carrying a baguette and it occurs to me that this is where they live. It makes sense because it's about five minutes from the airport but it's surreal to see them milling around outside of the airport like regular people. Anyway it's a good transition phase for me and Little S--kind of comforting to ease our way back into the country because it feels like we're still at the airport or Disneyworld or both.

I've become to think that French people are way too anal about kids and their behavior. Maybe the Mexicans were too liberal letting their kids do whatever they wanted but today a French grandma screamed at her grandson "on monte pas le toboggan comme le jeune anglais--c'est interdit!" (we don't go up the slide like the little english boy because it's against the rules!) and all Little S was doing was going up a baby slide backwards in a playground with no kids. And we also stopped going to the breakfast at the hotel because of the dirty looks we keep getting from the staff and customers. It has been like this since we got here. I never noticed this before but really notice it now. And not many people smile at the kids. What's up with that?

I feel a little lost bit luckily the weather is nice and there's way too much going on to notice.

My little, black polka dot dress is way too short after going in my mom's dryer (I'm anti-dryer) and it will now have to become a shirt. I really loved this dress but I can't bend over in it anymore.

The hotel staff discovered that we have a cat. This really portly African maid accidently opened our door without knocking and noticed the calico streak flying through the room to seek refuge under the bed. If you know these women and their accents you will find humor in her screaming "eeel eee ya una shawww!" and then she said to her boss "may say pawr ecreevee sur le fish" (there's a cat but it isn't written on the roster). I burst out laughing because it was clear that she was scared of cats and because she was just so funny. Evidently animals are allowed in the hotel for a supplemental charge. This is France after all. I still haven't offically declared her though so I'm awaiting the cat police.

I can't find anything in these suitcases because Seb packed our stuff in Florida and of course used shoes and spare luggage spots as space to cram underwear and face creams and fill-in-the-blank for whatever belongs to me. Living out of suitcases with two kids and a cat will drive you mad. I bought Little S his school clothes for the year and Seb packed them with all of his regular summer clothes and it's all such a mess. "shorts? no, ski jacket, oops.!"

Next week we get to live in our old house. Talk about weird. Our cat will be the most weirded out of all. She'll be standing there thinking "wait...didn't we...weren't we...hmmm." Yes I will take pictures of her reaction.

I have to wash my hair but I don't have any shampoo or money or even a car, all because Seb and I haven't organized any of these things yet. It has suddenly become clear to me that returning home and restarting your life can be just like going to a foreign country and starting your life.

I make a bad bohemian. I miss all my girly stuff and have each time I move or travel. I like perusing my closet and choosing necklaces from my jewelry. I like washing my face with exotic new soaps. I like an enormous bathroom cupboard full of products. I make a grumpy bohemian traveler.

We had to buy internet time from the hotel at an exorbitant rate so I've been composing my posts offline and I haven't been reading many blogs or if I have it has been sans comment. It will be nice when we get settled and have internet again. I wonder when that will be? Hmm

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