If I only told you the good, this blog would not be real.
The fact is, every time I leave this house with two kids I face an ass kicking.
No nap, hunger, meltdowns, it just depends on the day.
But one thing is guaranteed, I WILL get my ass handed to me at some point in the day with two kids in Paris.
Today was no different.
I wanted to just let the kids play and eat ice cream on the roof, but then the guilt hit of not taking them OUT, so off we headed to ice cream and a visit to a nearby park with Susannah and Sabina, plus 6 kids in tow.
It is July in Paris.
For 10 excruciating minutes in front of Hotel De Ville, I screamed her name, while my girlfriends and complete strangers came to my rescue. I watched sweeping crowds come and go and I could not spot her anywhere. A woman came up to me and pointed towards the police station and as I headed there, still screaming her name, I spotted her. The woman who had her pointed to her and I stopped dead in my tracks and went straight into shaking, crying, feeling like I was going to throw up. Thank you JESUS!
We have had all the conversations about what to do next time, that is, if we ever leave the house again, and I'm pretty sure she gets the point now.
On the way home tonight I asked her what happened and she said, "I couldn't find your pink dress anywhere, all I saw was black. When I can't find you like that it scares me."
That makes two of us.
Thank you Lord for the fact that BOTH of my babies are sleeping peacefully in their beds.