We're back. It's spring rentrée week.
Can you hear the groans? From us, not the kids, I mean. Jet lag sucks.
Our Air France flight yesterday was uneventful, if a bit on the turbulent side. I just fine it nearly impossible to sleep sitting up and those seats are damned uncomfortable. Georges finds it a bit easier to sleep so he got some rest; I had to crash for a long nap yesterday afternoon here at the house, and then we both were ready to go to bed by 8:30 last night.
Anyway, seems we're already falling back into routine. Crazy cat who follows me around crying to be fed (yesterday she was so freaked out by us being back, and scared we'd leave her with the Oldest Boy again, that she actually followed me to the neighbor's house and sat at the foot of their staircase, crying for me). Cleaning lady is here, doing all the ironing (God love her), and she also came last Friday and therefore I came home to find our room all nice and neat with fresh sheets. Will go to bank today and to do a little food shopping. Then some client projects to work on, and also looking for some part-time work for myself. Same old, same old.
The clear high point of my day yesterday was when the Little Guy came home from school for lunch, as usual. I heard him and the other boys entering the courtyard so I went outside, and as soon as he saw me, he FLEW at me with the biggest leap and longest hug ever. I only let him go so he could go and give the same to his Papa. (Then of course there were some souvenir American Pokemon cards to be given, and a few yummy treats for him and his little friends next door.) I just adore this little boy and I really missed him. How could you not miss someone so cute and cuddly?
And so, la vie continue. The weather is cool and the skies are gray; it rained last night and may do so again today. Yet I don't care. I'm home. Paris, it's good to be back!