I had been growing suspicious as Gregoire began sniffling more and more. It was confirmed that night that he was sick when he puked all over his mom and I. He was sitting in his mom's lap while she was eating. He had been crying over nothing so she held him in order to get him to stop. I know that when Gregoire throws a fit over nothing that he's sick. Do you recall the week when I got no sleep because he kept screaming in the middle of the night? :-/
I watched the entire thing happen like it was in slow motion. Céline was getting ready to take another bite of her fish when Gregoire started gagging. It came out slow at first but then he started crying so it turned into projectile vomit. Céline ran with him to the bathroom. He refused to puke in the toilet so we let him puke on the floor. I knew that I was gonna clean it up but it didn't matter to me either way because I already had vomit on me.
I cleaned up the mess with some paper towels and mopped but Gregoire had a second wind of sickness. This time there was much more. It reminded me of a scene out of The Exorcist. Poor kid. You could tell he was so embarrassed.
The second time around, I grabbed the flour and sprinkled it over the vomit. A trick I learned back in elementary school when another kid threw up at the local grocery store. It definitely makes it much easier to clean up. Instead of sopping up a wet, smelly mess you're picking up solids. The process is much less torture if it's quicker to clean up. But like the title says, kid puke smells worse than a drunk person's because there's no alcohol to mask the smell.
Greg is sleeping with his mom tonight. Hopefully being with her through the night will give him some comfort and help him get better.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Mercredi, 12 Decembre 2012: Honey, You Are NOT A Diva...Stop Acting Like One
Wednesday was somewhat uneventful except for the bag fiasco. So, the kids don't have school on Wednesdays. They have lessons instead. Léa practices theater, Camille swims, and Baptiste plays soccer. Every Wednesday I pick Gregoire up from the daycare and then Baptiste from soccer in a nearby town. And EVERY Wednesday, Baptiste has all of the girls' bags with him. It's such a hassle, even for me but I normally have Gregoire with me. So on one hand I have a 2 year old kid that I need to keep safe while crossing the road and in the other hand I have 3 bags that belong to kids that aren't even with me. I would never expect a 10 year old to carry 6 bags to and from soccer practice just because his sisters refuse to do so themselves. Not only does he have to carry them but he has to keep track of all of this stuff that isn't even his.
We got home from practice and met the rest of the family who was already at the house. Camille noticed that her swimming equipment wasn't in the pile. We looked in the car, in each room, and Baptiste finally remembered that he didn't bring it home. The poor kid got a harsh tongue lashing from his mom for not being able to keep track of one bag out of six. Not only was his mom yelling at him, but Camille with her self-righteous attitude was calling him names and telling him how stupid he was. I was getting more and more furious by the second because it is NOT his responsibility to keep track of his sisters' things and get blamed for it when his hands are too full and something gets left behind!!! He has his own life to worry about.
I decided to take Baptiste out of the situation and offer to drive him back to the soccer field so we could look for the bag together. Baptiste did a once over on all of the grounds, checking the locker rooms, and places he hadn't even ventured. We looked for about 30 minutes in the blistering cold with the help of the coaches before Céline texted me saying that her ex-husband had it. Baptiste let out a great sigh of relief while I nearly lost it. This kid was so torn up over leaving his sister's swimming board behind when he didn't even have it in the first place. It's so wonderful that he cares so much but he needs to realize when it's right to take responsibility or not.
When we got into the car, I asked him why he always carried his sisters' bags to practice. He replied with 'They tell me that if I don't take the bags that they'll get left behind and won't be able to do their homework.' I was so incredibly irate at this point. I just don't understand why, if they're all the same age that they can't take care of their own bags. Where's the feeling of personal responsibility here? I highly doubt that either one of their parents taught them this. Céline and Anthony are such self-sufficient people, I know that they taught their kids well.
As soon as we got home Camille gave an insincere apology to Baptiste. While this was going on, I pulled Didier to the side, told him the whole story, and explained that this wasn't and should never be Baptiste's fault. Didier agreed with all of the points and was angry that Baptiste had to take the fall. He had a talk with the girls in a calm and cool manner. He asked them why Baptiste had their bags every Wednesday and they replied with 'because it's convenient.' That lit Didier up, he kept himself cool and collected but then the girls started arguing with him. I'm so thankful for Didier sometimes because though he can be harsh on the children every once in awhile, he always tells the truth. It's only for their benefit that he doesn't coddle them. The world is not kind to those who don't hold themselves accountable and these kids need to learn this now. They need to stop being lazy, blaming others, and start doing things for themselves...to BETTER themselves...I know that they're capable of this!!! I believe in them!!! They just need to believe in themselves...
Léa and Camille ended up crying and throwing huge tantrums because they always think they're right and Didier's always wrong but I totally backed him up. I was much more gentle when I talked to them but I made sure that they knew that he wasn't out of line and that they were, in fact, the ones in the wrong. Camille ended up writing a 7 page letter to Didier using multiple curse words and really not getting any valid point across. She ended up on a totally different subject. Camille can be such a drama queen sometimes, but you'll have that, pre-teen hormones. She read the letter aloud while crying. It was really quite ridiculous but I'm not going to tell anyone how to raise their kids. It's definitely not my place. I'm only here for sideline guidance.
After she felt like she got enough attention, we were all able to sit down to dinner, and that was the end of that. Thank the heavens because I couldn't have dealt with that huge fit for another minute...If you're going to argue about something, you'd better have evidence to back your claims up and stick to the subject. Oy vey...I hope she grows out of this. I know that both of her parents would want the same.
We got home from practice and met the rest of the family who was already at the house. Camille noticed that her swimming equipment wasn't in the pile. We looked in the car, in each room, and Baptiste finally remembered that he didn't bring it home. The poor kid got a harsh tongue lashing from his mom for not being able to keep track of one bag out of six. Not only was his mom yelling at him, but Camille with her self-righteous attitude was calling him names and telling him how stupid he was. I was getting more and more furious by the second because it is NOT his responsibility to keep track of his sisters' things and get blamed for it when his hands are too full and something gets left behind!!! He has his own life to worry about.
I decided to take Baptiste out of the situation and offer to drive him back to the soccer field so we could look for the bag together. Baptiste did a once over on all of the grounds, checking the locker rooms, and places he hadn't even ventured. We looked for about 30 minutes in the blistering cold with the help of the coaches before Céline texted me saying that her ex-husband had it. Baptiste let out a great sigh of relief while I nearly lost it. This kid was so torn up over leaving his sister's swimming board behind when he didn't even have it in the first place. It's so wonderful that he cares so much but he needs to realize when it's right to take responsibility or not.
When we got into the car, I asked him why he always carried his sisters' bags to practice. He replied with 'They tell me that if I don't take the bags that they'll get left behind and won't be able to do their homework.' I was so incredibly irate at this point. I just don't understand why, if they're all the same age that they can't take care of their own bags. Where's the feeling of personal responsibility here? I highly doubt that either one of their parents taught them this. Céline and Anthony are such self-sufficient people, I know that they taught their kids well.
As soon as we got home Camille gave an insincere apology to Baptiste. While this was going on, I pulled Didier to the side, told him the whole story, and explained that this wasn't and should never be Baptiste's fault. Didier agreed with all of the points and was angry that Baptiste had to take the fall. He had a talk with the girls in a calm and cool manner. He asked them why Baptiste had their bags every Wednesday and they replied with 'because it's convenient.' That lit Didier up, he kept himself cool and collected but then the girls started arguing with him. I'm so thankful for Didier sometimes because though he can be harsh on the children every once in awhile, he always tells the truth. It's only for their benefit that he doesn't coddle them. The world is not kind to those who don't hold themselves accountable and these kids need to learn this now. They need to stop being lazy, blaming others, and start doing things for themselves...to BETTER themselves...I know that they're capable of this!!! I believe in them!!! They just need to believe in themselves...
Léa and Camille ended up crying and throwing huge tantrums because they always think they're right and Didier's always wrong but I totally backed him up. I was much more gentle when I talked to them but I made sure that they knew that he wasn't out of line and that they were, in fact, the ones in the wrong. Camille ended up writing a 7 page letter to Didier using multiple curse words and really not getting any valid point across. She ended up on a totally different subject. Camille can be such a drama queen sometimes, but you'll have that, pre-teen hormones. She read the letter aloud while crying. It was really quite ridiculous but I'm not going to tell anyone how to raise their kids. It's definitely not my place. I'm only here for sideline guidance.
After she felt like she got enough attention, we were all able to sit down to dinner, and that was the end of that. Thank the heavens because I couldn't have dealt with that huge fit for another minute...If you're going to argue about something, you'd better have evidence to back your claims up and stick to the subject. Oy vey...I hope she grows out of this. I know that both of her parents would want the same.
Mardi, 11 Decembre 2012: Happy Birthday Kami!!!
Tuesday was a wonderful day. I went straight to the Augustins apartment after I dropped Gregoire off for Kami's surprise birthday breakfast. Danielle planned the entire thing, I only helped. I had the kids make Kami birthday cards the night before. I thought this would be a good addition to the surprise. She's the only one of my friends that actually knows all of the children personally.
Danielle and I made baguette french toast, a fruit plate, and mimosas for breakfast. I walked into Kami's room with a mimosa and a cheery exclamation of "Happy Birthday!" Though she looked like she knew something was going on, she still looked somewhat surprised. Danielle, Kami, Molly, and I all ate breakfast together. It was absolutely delicious!
I wasn't able to make it out to Kami's birthday dinner that night because Céline had asked me to watch Gregoire while she and Didier went shopping for bathroom tiles but she looks like she had a wonderful time and that's all that matters. I love this girl! Y'all need to meet her if you don't know her yet!
Danielle and I made baguette french toast, a fruit plate, and mimosas for breakfast. I walked into Kami's room with a mimosa and a cheery exclamation of "Happy Birthday!" Though she looked like she knew something was going on, she still looked somewhat surprised. Danielle, Kami, Molly, and I all ate breakfast together. It was absolutely delicious!
I wasn't able to make it out to Kami's birthday dinner that night because Céline had asked me to watch Gregoire while she and Didier went shopping for bathroom tiles but she looks like she had a wonderful time and that's all that matters. I love this girl! Y'all need to meet her if you don't know her yet!
Dimanche au Lundi, 9-10 Decembre 2012: I Love Children But I'm Never Having Any of My Own
All of Didier's family got together on Sunday for a farewell lunch. We went to a restaurant in the mall in Lyon which had many french classics on the menu. I sat at the kids' table because I was most comfortable there. Also at my table was Antoine, Nicholas, the triplets, and Didier's god-daughters who are so sweet and super cool! We had a few things in common like the TV show Charmed so we bonded a bit. The other table had Didier's parents, his 3 oldest children, their girlfriends and boyfriend, Céline and Didier, and their best friends who lived in the area. We had a three-course lunch which is traditional in most french gatherings. I had salmon topped with a cream sauce as my entrée and shared some tiramisu with the girls for dessert.
After the meal, I went out to the car to feed Google some leftovers of the choucroute. I took her for a quick walk around the parking lot afterward then Léa, Camille and I explored the mall. We spent the majority of our time in Claire's even though they weren't allowed to buy anything. They were drawn to the really silly, gawdy jewelry and had no interest in the classic pieces I was showing them so I got bored. I talked them into walking into L'Occitane with me to browse the testers. These girls have obviously never been in a bath and body store before because they were absolutely ridiculous--nearly dropping 3 bottles of body spray. I tried to show them the proper way to test the products and that just totally blew up in my face. I was showing Camille how to spray perfume on the test strips while Léa told me to turn around. Once I did, she sprayed perfume right in my face! My eyes were burning so bad and I was so angry that I just walked out of the store and didn't say a thing to either one of them. Léa obviously knew I was mad because she was apologizing profusely. I told her that her saying sorry doesn't change what she did and how immature it was. She also asked if I was mad at her and I said "Ah mais, tu as quel âge?" (You are how old?) and she replied with 'Well, I'm ten,' which I then answered with 'Yes, I'm mad. You should know better' and just kept on walking. The girls followed me all the way back of course and I ignored them for the rest of the night. I always wondered why these kids were never taken to town. Now I have my answer, first-hand. As much as they irritated me, they still need to go out. It's the best way for someone to learn how to behave in the public eye. And keeping them at home is not going to teach them anything. If I do one thing for the kids this year, I'm going to teach them how to behave like civilized people in a store. I don't even care about how much english they learn anymore but that was just plain embarrassing in L'Occitane. You don't have to be super strict with kids because that's just going to drive them crazy later, but they need to know the basics of proper human interaction.
Monday was also kind of a bad day with the children. They were absolutely horrible when I picked them up from school and when we got home, Céline had a talk with them about their grades because they're not doing too well. Camille who has the 'best' grades has an A in English and a D+ in math...It's absolutely horrible that they're doing so horribly. They all argued with their mom about how well they're doing and she told them that it's a bad idea for them to lie because she gets calls from their schools all the time. I don't even know how they even learned to lie. If my parents ever asked me anything, I almost always told them the truth even if I'd get in trouble. It'd be way worse if I lied and I found that out early on...Because they always find out! I was spanked for everything so I tried not to make life harder on myself, lol.
The discussion over grades turned into a huge scream fest, ick. Honestly, I'm so disappointed with the children because their lives are so easy compared to other children--especially compared to my own childhood. I was doing laundry and cooking by myself when I was their age. I always did my homework without my parents asking me to. But I knew and I understood that there would be consequences at school and then at home if I didn't do well. These kids don't really understand that, but the only consequence they suffer is a stern talking-to and maybe no TV. Times have certainly changed.
I try my best to help the children understand how important school work is but they're not getting the gist of it and keep telling me that these grades won't matter later. This may be true but it's important for them to learn how to motivate themselves and learn HOW to learn. Sorry for saying it like this but this shit is not gonna fly when they're older. I know that because I've already been through high school and college and known people that have failed. And it's not only failing at making the grade, but kind of failing at life in general. If you don't learn how to do the easy things well, then the hard stuff is just simply harder.
I at least try to help them get their homework done. I always ask them if they need help and they either say that they have none or quickly do the minimum and never review. I've tried getting their homework schedule but that never works out either. What else am I doing here if I'm not here to help them? Camille was bragging about how brilliant she was so I decided to put up 8 math problems on the dry erase board. Fractions, decimals, multiplication, you name it. She did them all within 10 minutes and of course, she got half of them wrong. So I told her, 'so you weren't telling the truth then.' She just chuckled and I walked out of the room. I probably rolled my eyes as well.
Mom put the kids in bed around 21h00 and they stayed up until about 23h00. I take that back. Baptiste was a good example and passed right out with Gregoire in the next bed. He at least understands that if he doesn't get any sleep then he'll be tired the next day. Camille stayed up and sang for the entire two hours--very badly I must add while Léa repeatedly told her to shut up. Camille's been obsessed with Adele ever since my Thanksgiving party where this little girl put on an impressive Adele show for us. I saw this an an opportunity for her to take on some more english so I gave her the lyrics to her favorite Adele songs. Not only has she lost them, but she didn't study them at all. She continues to sing "Rolling in the Deep" with "Dee duh dee duh deeeeEEEeeeiiii." It irritates me, being someone who was in choir from age 7 to 18 who learned the ins and outs of music. I just can't stand it when someone obsessively 'sings' a song they don't even know the words to. It's like Céline says "C'est null." I told Camille that she annoyed me, but she continues to NOT learn the lyrics to the song. It just doesn't sound pretty. Maybe this is just me being a control freak, but I just think that if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right...I think I might just be expecting too much but I can't talk myself out of it...
After the meal, I went out to the car to feed Google some leftovers of the choucroute. I took her for a quick walk around the parking lot afterward then Léa, Camille and I explored the mall. We spent the majority of our time in Claire's even though they weren't allowed to buy anything. They were drawn to the really silly, gawdy jewelry and had no interest in the classic pieces I was showing them so I got bored. I talked them into walking into L'Occitane with me to browse the testers. These girls have obviously never been in a bath and body store before because they were absolutely ridiculous--nearly dropping 3 bottles of body spray. I tried to show them the proper way to test the products and that just totally blew up in my face. I was showing Camille how to spray perfume on the test strips while Léa told me to turn around. Once I did, she sprayed perfume right in my face! My eyes were burning so bad and I was so angry that I just walked out of the store and didn't say a thing to either one of them. Léa obviously knew I was mad because she was apologizing profusely. I told her that her saying sorry doesn't change what she did and how immature it was. She also asked if I was mad at her and I said "Ah mais, tu as quel âge?" (You are how old?) and she replied with 'Well, I'm ten,' which I then answered with 'Yes, I'm mad. You should know better' and just kept on walking. The girls followed me all the way back of course and I ignored them for the rest of the night. I always wondered why these kids were never taken to town. Now I have my answer, first-hand. As much as they irritated me, they still need to go out. It's the best way for someone to learn how to behave in the public eye. And keeping them at home is not going to teach them anything. If I do one thing for the kids this year, I'm going to teach them how to behave like civilized people in a store. I don't even care about how much english they learn anymore but that was just plain embarrassing in L'Occitane. You don't have to be super strict with kids because that's just going to drive them crazy later, but they need to know the basics of proper human interaction.
Monday was also kind of a bad day with the children. They were absolutely horrible when I picked them up from school and when we got home, Céline had a talk with them about their grades because they're not doing too well. Camille who has the 'best' grades has an A in English and a D+ in math...It's absolutely horrible that they're doing so horribly. They all argued with their mom about how well they're doing and she told them that it's a bad idea for them to lie because she gets calls from their schools all the time. I don't even know how they even learned to lie. If my parents ever asked me anything, I almost always told them the truth even if I'd get in trouble. It'd be way worse if I lied and I found that out early on...Because they always find out! I was spanked for everything so I tried not to make life harder on myself, lol.
The discussion over grades turned into a huge scream fest, ick. Honestly, I'm so disappointed with the children because their lives are so easy compared to other children--especially compared to my own childhood. I was doing laundry and cooking by myself when I was their age. I always did my homework without my parents asking me to. But I knew and I understood that there would be consequences at school and then at home if I didn't do well. These kids don't really understand that, but the only consequence they suffer is a stern talking-to and maybe no TV. Times have certainly changed.
I try my best to help the children understand how important school work is but they're not getting the gist of it and keep telling me that these grades won't matter later. This may be true but it's important for them to learn how to motivate themselves and learn HOW to learn. Sorry for saying it like this but this shit is not gonna fly when they're older. I know that because I've already been through high school and college and known people that have failed. And it's not only failing at making the grade, but kind of failing at life in general. If you don't learn how to do the easy things well, then the hard stuff is just simply harder.
I at least try to help them get their homework done. I always ask them if they need help and they either say that they have none or quickly do the minimum and never review. I've tried getting their homework schedule but that never works out either. What else am I doing here if I'm not here to help them? Camille was bragging about how brilliant she was so I decided to put up 8 math problems on the dry erase board. Fractions, decimals, multiplication, you name it. She did them all within 10 minutes and of course, she got half of them wrong. So I told her, 'so you weren't telling the truth then.' She just chuckled and I walked out of the room. I probably rolled my eyes as well.
Mom put the kids in bed around 21h00 and they stayed up until about 23h00. I take that back. Baptiste was a good example and passed right out with Gregoire in the next bed. He at least understands that if he doesn't get any sleep then he'll be tired the next day. Camille stayed up and sang for the entire two hours--very badly I must add while Léa repeatedly told her to shut up. Camille's been obsessed with Adele ever since my Thanksgiving party where this little girl put on an impressive Adele show for us. I saw this an an opportunity for her to take on some more english so I gave her the lyrics to her favorite Adele songs. Not only has she lost them, but she didn't study them at all. She continues to sing "Rolling in the Deep" with "Dee duh dee duh deeeeEEEeeeiiii." It irritates me, being someone who was in choir from age 7 to 18 who learned the ins and outs of music. I just can't stand it when someone obsessively 'sings' a song they don't even know the words to. It's like Céline says "C'est null." I told Camille that she annoyed me, but she continues to NOT learn the lyrics to the song. It just doesn't sound pretty. Maybe this is just me being a control freak, but I just think that if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right...I think I might just be expecting too much but I can't talk myself out of it...
Friday, December 14, 2012
Dimanche au Samedi, 2-8 Decembre 2012: Christmas Spectacles
This week was filled with tons of fun stuff due to the upcoming holidays. If you thought that Christmas was a big deal in the states, you would think it was insane here. The displays here are magnificent! Though the French don't really do much decorating of their houses, the government takes care of the rest of the city. It's absolutely breath-taking! Other than the lights, there are also a lot of traditions and rituals such as La Crèche Provençale. It's wheat (Le Blé de la St. Barbe) that's grown for the manger where you place the Baby Jesus. Most homes in France have their very own nativity scene.
The kids had a lot of events this week. Since Céline had to work. I spent a lot of time with the kids at their schools. Camille had a Christmas market at her school where vendors sold food and other goods that are holiday-related. Léa and Baptiste had a concert at their school where I heard a lot of familiar songs--in french of course.
The family and I finished the week with a trip to Lyon. It was the Fête des Lumières. The Festival of Lights is a 3 day spectacle in Lyon featuring, you guessed it, lights! Didier, Antoine, Nicholas, and Gregoire all rode in one car while Céline, the triplets, Google, and I all rode in another. We did english lessons and review during the 2.5 hours it took us to drive there. The kids seem pretty ADD at times--although I don't believe in that. We'd teach them a word, it's origin, and literal translation so that it would make sense to them and they would forget the word itself 5 minutes later. We ended up going over the same 10 words the entire trip to Lyon. Ha haha. That must've been agonizing for them but english is the language of communication...We stayed at Didier's parents' house for the weekend. They were so excited to have us! They welcomed us all in with a Raclette dinner--one of my favorite meals. I met Didier's oldest 3 children Melanie, Jeremy, and Julien during dessert who seem to be super cool.
We all went out to the festival after dinner. To make things easier, Didier and Antoine were paired together while Céline had the girls and I was assigned Baptiste and Nicholas. We left Gregoire home because it was so cold out. Nicholas called my left arm and Baptiste claimed my right. They were so stinkin' cute! They were clutching on for dear life--on the metro, in the festival, where there were crowds, were there were no crowds. They just wanted to hold onto me. I especially liked them telling me every 15 minutes that they love me and making me lean down for kisses. Yeah, I know, they totally have kiddy crushes on me but they really love me too.
As for the festival itself, it was absolutely magnificent! Words cannot describe how beautiful it was. We saw two grand shows and dozens of minor (less intricate but not smaller) spectacles. I was completely mesmerized by the displays. I'm surprised my camera was able to take such good pictures. Pour vous qui n'avez jamais vu!
The kids had a lot of events this week. Since Céline had to work. I spent a lot of time with the kids at their schools. Camille had a Christmas market at her school where vendors sold food and other goods that are holiday-related. Léa and Baptiste had a concert at their school where I heard a lot of familiar songs--in french of course.
The family and I finished the week with a trip to Lyon. It was the Fête des Lumières. The Festival of Lights is a 3 day spectacle in Lyon featuring, you guessed it, lights! Didier, Antoine, Nicholas, and Gregoire all rode in one car while Céline, the triplets, Google, and I all rode in another. We did english lessons and review during the 2.5 hours it took us to drive there. The kids seem pretty ADD at times--although I don't believe in that. We'd teach them a word, it's origin, and literal translation so that it would make sense to them and they would forget the word itself 5 minutes later. We ended up going over the same 10 words the entire trip to Lyon. Ha haha. That must've been agonizing for them but english is the language of communication...We stayed at Didier's parents' house for the weekend. They were so excited to have us! They welcomed us all in with a Raclette dinner--one of my favorite meals. I met Didier's oldest 3 children Melanie, Jeremy, and Julien during dessert who seem to be super cool.
We all went out to the festival after dinner. To make things easier, Didier and Antoine were paired together while Céline had the girls and I was assigned Baptiste and Nicholas. We left Gregoire home because it was so cold out. Nicholas called my left arm and Baptiste claimed my right. They were so stinkin' cute! They were clutching on for dear life--on the metro, in the festival, where there were crowds, were there were no crowds. They just wanted to hold onto me. I especially liked them telling me every 15 minutes that they love me and making me lean down for kisses. Yeah, I know, they totally have kiddy crushes on me but they really love me too.
As for the festival itself, it was absolutely magnificent! Words cannot describe how beautiful it was. We saw two grand shows and dozens of minor (less intricate but not smaller) spectacles. I was completely mesmerized by the displays. I'm surprised my camera was able to take such good pictures. Pour vous qui n'avez jamais vu!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Samedi, 1 Decembre 2012: Creep List Extended
I was able to sleep until 10h00 before Céline woke me up. She was leaving for some errands and wanted to leave Gregoire at home so I gladly got up, drank some coffee, and got back into bed--with Gregoire. He had been crying since his mom left but as soon as I put an episode of Vampire Diaries on he became silent and focused on my computer screen. About 10 minutes in, I felt a bit uneasy because it was just way too quiet. I looked to my right and Gregoire was totally passed out. It was so cute! He must've been pretty comfortable because he slept through his mom coming home.
We had visitors throughout the day so while Céline was tending to them, I was watching the kids play and changing all of the bedding. Once everyone left, Céline turned the water on for Gregoire's bath. Today was the first time Céline witnessed Gregoire take a bath without crying. I'm trying to make these baths an everyday thing, so hopefully we can make that transition soon.
After putting Gregoire to bed Céline, Didier, and I had some sushi and pan-fried salmon for dinner. I got some messages during this time from Robert. I hadn't met up with him last night like I was supposed to so I guess he was expecting to see me tonight even though I hadn't planned on going anywhere. Here's a little back-story on Robert. He's an english expatriate that's been working in Aix for 8ish years. He messaged me while I had a profile on the dating site. We talked. No romantic interest whatsoever but he seemed like someone cool to hang with. Super friendly guy, very talkative, kids around a lot. He seemed trustworthy so I let him add me on Facebook. I never accept friend requests on FB unless I know someone personally so I was kind of taking an off-step with him. Anyway, he invited me out to drink last night and I went to a friend's party instead even though I already agreed to see him. I know, shame on me, but come on, it's my friend's boyfriend's birthday, she asked me at the last minute, and I haven't seen her in weeks--I'm going to see my friend that I miss. Duh! I told him when I cancelled that I might come out tonight so he messaged me this evening. The conversation went like this...
ROBERT: "Let's get drunk!"
ME: "I was asked to babysit. Gotta stay here til they get back"
ROBERT: "So come out after!"
ME: "Okay. Whenever that is"
ROBERT: "When is it likely to be? I REALLY need to party tonight. believe me!"
ME: "Lol. I'm not stopping you"
ROBERT: "No. Nobody stops me doing what I want, BUT if I'm partying, I want you to be there! We need to meet!"
ME: "It'll happen when it's meant to happen"
ROBERT: "Haha! What makes you think I'm gonna give you more than one chance?! You're cute, but you ain't THAT cute!"
ME: "Lol. I didn't ask you to"
ROBERT: "No. You're just arrogant and think you're better than me, for whatever reason! Or have I got that wrong too?"
ME: "Lol. Are you being serious right now? Cause you're about to cross the border into creepy"
ROBERT: "Haha! Chill out! Not creepy, just honest! :-)"
ME: "Ha, Then you were being serious. Listen, I have a job that goes beyond your usual 9 to 5. I don't see how you think I'm being arrogant by leaving our meeting up to fate. I still don't understand why you're being hostile. Smart move though. You were the only one I trusted but you just earned yourself a spot on the block list. Please understand that unless it's work related, you won't be a priority. Good luck in whatever you do"
ROBERT: "I don't need luck. And your last message pretty much proved your arrogance. All the best in whatever you do."
Seriously, I know I'm confident, but arrogant is an exaggeration. He doesn't know me. He's never met me in person. I thought he was kidding around about giving me another chance to meet up with him, so I joked right back. Then the switch flips and all of a sudden he's mad. Can someone please explain to me?
We had visitors throughout the day so while Céline was tending to them, I was watching the kids play and changing all of the bedding. Once everyone left, Céline turned the water on for Gregoire's bath. Today was the first time Céline witnessed Gregoire take a bath without crying. I'm trying to make these baths an everyday thing, so hopefully we can make that transition soon.
After putting Gregoire to bed Céline, Didier, and I had some sushi and pan-fried salmon for dinner. I got some messages during this time from Robert. I hadn't met up with him last night like I was supposed to so I guess he was expecting to see me tonight even though I hadn't planned on going anywhere. Here's a little back-story on Robert. He's an english expatriate that's been working in Aix for 8ish years. He messaged me while I had a profile on the dating site. We talked. No romantic interest whatsoever but he seemed like someone cool to hang with. Super friendly guy, very talkative, kids around a lot. He seemed trustworthy so I let him add me on Facebook. I never accept friend requests on FB unless I know someone personally so I was kind of taking an off-step with him. Anyway, he invited me out to drink last night and I went to a friend's party instead even though I already agreed to see him. I know, shame on me, but come on, it's my friend's boyfriend's birthday, she asked me at the last minute, and I haven't seen her in weeks--I'm going to see my friend that I miss. Duh! I told him when I cancelled that I might come out tonight so he messaged me this evening. The conversation went like this...
ROBERT: "Let's get drunk!"
ME: "I was asked to babysit. Gotta stay here til they get back"
ROBERT: "So come out after!"
ME: "Okay. Whenever that is"
ROBERT: "When is it likely to be? I REALLY need to party tonight. believe me!"
ME: "Lol. I'm not stopping you"
ROBERT: "No. Nobody stops me doing what I want, BUT if I'm partying, I want you to be there! We need to meet!"
ME: "It'll happen when it's meant to happen"
ROBERT: "Haha! What makes you think I'm gonna give you more than one chance?! You're cute, but you ain't THAT cute!"
ME: "Lol. I didn't ask you to"
ROBERT: "No. You're just arrogant and think you're better than me, for whatever reason! Or have I got that wrong too?"
ME: "Lol. Are you being serious right now? Cause you're about to cross the border into creepy"
ROBERT: "Haha! Chill out! Not creepy, just honest! :-)"
ME: "Ha, Then you were being serious. Listen, I have a job that goes beyond your usual 9 to 5. I don't see how you think I'm being arrogant by leaving our meeting up to fate. I still don't understand why you're being hostile. Smart move though. You were the only one I trusted but you just earned yourself a spot on the block list. Please understand that unless it's work related, you won't be a priority. Good luck in whatever you do"
ROBERT: "I don't need luck. And your last message pretty much proved your arrogance. All the best in whatever you do."
Seriously, I know I'm confident, but arrogant is an exaggeration. He doesn't know me. He's never met me in person. I thought he was kidding around about giving me another chance to meet up with him, so I joked right back. Then the switch flips and all of a sudden he's mad. Can someone please explain to me?
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Vendredi, 30 Novembre 2012: "Combien de Ploofs?"
My day didn't really get started until I picked Gregoire up from the creche. As soon as we got home, I made him some pasta for dinner, put him to bed, and got ready to go out with some friends from my class. There was so much to do tonight. I was going to pre-game with Robert, Sandra asked me to go to a party with her at her gym, Krystle was throwing a birthday party for her boyfriend, and the CEA girls were going to Bar Street. It's so great to know so many people. You're never bored!
I ended up breaking the pre-gaming plans with Robert so that I could go to the party at DKA, but those plans were foiled when Sandra's husband decided he wanted to keep her all to himself. I ended up going to Krystle and Sebastien's party and I'm so happy I did! I had a great time hanging with my IEFEE girls. I've missed them so much! Krystle and Dana are hilarious! We have such a great time together. Always, ALWAYS!
Krystle had us all write messages to Sebastien on the back of the bathroom door so he could read everything while he No.2's. Ha haha! In the spirit of that, Dana and Krystle decided to write french jokes about pooping on the door. The slang word for that in french is "ploof." Krystle's message to Sebastien as translated into english reads "Sebastien, please don't take so many shits. I use the bathroom too. - Krystle" Dana and I wrote "PLOOF" in obnoxiously large letters on the back of the door. He should have enough to keep him busy in there :-)
After being introduced to everyone at the party, we were presented with food and that involved drinking, that then evolved into just drinking with no food cushion until we ended up playing Just Dance 4 on the Wii. Oy vey...I was absolutely horrible at it but it's fun to look stupid every once in awhile.
At some point, Krystle put me in pigtails and humongous nerd glasses, lol. I looked insanely ridiculous but it was fun to be someone else for an hour or so. We ended up having too much fun and drinking too much so I missed seeing everyone else even though I had planned to meet up with them. I took my last drink around 00h30 so that I could drive home and drop Dana and Lauren off on the way.
Now I'm home and my host parents have left cake on the table :-) Nom nom nom...
I ended up breaking the pre-gaming plans with Robert so that I could go to the party at DKA, but those plans were foiled when Sandra's husband decided he wanted to keep her all to himself. I ended up going to Krystle and Sebastien's party and I'm so happy I did! I had a great time hanging with my IEFEE girls. I've missed them so much! Krystle and Dana are hilarious! We have such a great time together. Always, ALWAYS!
Krystle had us all write messages to Sebastien on the back of the bathroom door so he could read everything while he No.2's. Ha haha! In the spirit of that, Dana and Krystle decided to write french jokes about pooping on the door. The slang word for that in french is "ploof." Krystle's message to Sebastien as translated into english reads "Sebastien, please don't take so many shits. I use the bathroom too. - Krystle" Dana and I wrote "PLOOF" in obnoxiously large letters on the back of the door. He should have enough to keep him busy in there :-)
After being introduced to everyone at the party, we were presented with food and that involved drinking, that then evolved into just drinking with no food cushion until we ended up playing Just Dance 4 on the Wii. Oy vey...I was absolutely horrible at it but it's fun to look stupid every once in awhile.
Now I'm home and my host parents have left cake on the table :-) Nom nom nom...
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