friday discussions

I am tired and slightly unmotivated to write right now, but it is important that I do because this it is the only journal type that I am keeping. I am not an avid journaler, but can be a very dedicated blogger. I like blogging and I believe it makes me a better writer. I have tried time and time again to start journals that always begin with "well, here is another attempt at keeping a journal...I know this is important for me to do...I need to really write this down and be consistent..." Too bad, I cannot do the paper journal. I am not going to justify my writings other than I enjoy doing them. I dislike to read peoples blogs and feel like that they have to do it. I enjoy them because I like that I have to think about what I am going to write, instead of splotching everything on paper trying to not sound as idodic as when I go back and read them. I like being creative, I have more recently enjoyed writing, and I like the pressure knowing that people read this. I know a lot of people do not, which does not matter, but it changes my whole mindset of a writing style. And at the end of the day, I am happy with my posts and being able to share. Plus, my Dad likes to stalk me. jk.

I thought this would be an entry to French food, but instead it is going to be a recap because these last few days have been really hard. The boys have been really fussy lately, which has taken a toll on my patience and irritability level. And I get more and more frustrated when I cannot tell them that the situation will be fine, that their parents will come home soon, or that they need to eat their dinner. As they yell and cry back, I tell myself I do not get stressed, but I do. On top of that, I have had some internal issues about my responsibilities at the house in relation with the housekeeper that does not come everyday as scheduled. Yesterday, I wish I was a drinker just so that I loosen up with a quick shot of something hard.

But instead, I ate dinner earlier to leave and meet Katie to go pick up a semi-friend of hers at the far away Paris-CDG airport. Like I said, we enjoy just having someone to talk to and thats what we did all the way there and for the extra two hours waiting for this semi-friend who finally came out of customs around 130am. And after waiting, we find that the RER, a faster and less frequent stops than the metro, is closed. So instead, we figure out this night bus system called the Noctillien. It takes us an hour to get out of the airport and another hour just into the city. It typically only takes a half hour by RER. When we get into the city, we have to tranfer to a different bus line to get to Katie's house. I was not going to go home alone at that hour. We get on the line, half hour later, oh, we missed the stop. 330am, get off, walk back to a central station. Find another transfer line, great, found it, get on, and get to Katies at 430am. So much for a quick pick up. It was quite an adventure and the city was beautiful magnified in the night lights. There was a lot of Paris that I had never seen before and a lot that I have that just looked more marvelous and in just a different perspective.

I have yet to have an opinion to believe that Paris is the City of Love. I do not understand why the city is so romanticized to be a place to fall in love or to bring your love buddy to celebrate the love that you are in. I do not think I have to have a significant other, nor am I looking for one here, but I cannot seem to grasp the concept that Paris is that romantic. I just think everyone idealizes the reputation of Paris being the city of love and just likes the idea of being in a romantic city. Do not get me wrong, but I love and respect this city for its place in history. It has beautiful arcitecture, a thriving culture, and wonderful people, but to say that it is a romantic city? I am confunded. What do you think? Is Paris really that romantic? Oh geeze, and now you probably think I will be single and loveless for the rest of my life. Thanks. I am sure I will see the city in full beauty and in full romantic form soon. I am not hopeless.

Did not see the Pope. Bénédicte saw him and said she was not impressed, thus unmotivating me to see him early in the morning. Plus, after the late night adventure, a nap was much more inviting.

I changed my title name. I was over the bodyguard thing, plus it was kind of weird in the first place. I do not know how I feel about this one either, but it will suffice for the time being.

Oh yes, one of the most rewarding days was when I picked up Jean-Baptiste at the Maternelle on Tuesday and I was greeted with a smile and running hug. It wasnt a classified jumpy hug, but I understand the pleasure from such action.