It happens

Yesterday I did 17 kilograms of laundry at the laundrymat and a few more loads of delicates at the house.
The dryer is making a loud screeching noise and Darty hangs up on me as soon as they figure out my French, is shall we say, not so good on the phone. Anyone who speaks (learning) another language understands that the phone is by far the most difficult. I'm thinking about calling them, spatting an enormous amount of curse words and then hanging up on them. For some reason I think it will make me feel better.

Aidan cried all the way to school today, 30 minutes about the canteen and how loud it is and he never wants to go again, something about that kid crying makes people give up their seats. Jaylee pouted the whole time about being late (Aidan also refused to board one of the trains this morning) and said the teacher was not going to talk to her because she was late. Where is the logic in that!? The country is in a freaking strike and randomly you are made to exit a bus for no good reason adding another 10-15 minutes to your day and a teacher is going to threaten them with not talking to them for being late. How about I talk to her?

Just a few more complaints and I swear I'm done.

If you find yourself in France and just need an empty box to carry cupcakes to school and you think to yourself, "a bakery on every corner, I'll just purchase an empty box from them." Nope, not if you're in the 16eme of Paris. You will be met with very dirty looks and complete confusion because you are trying to make them think outside of the BOX, because in fact you want to buy an empty box. You can see the hurt in their face, seriously, stepping outside of the norm, I believe it hurts their heads.

Finally, I was exiting the bus today and a woman could not wait for me to exit so she just pushed right passed me. In my head I called her a fat cow. It was at that moment I thought I better go home.

I'm going to bake, for the bake sale now, but not cupcakes, because I don't want to worry about the dang box!

Cheers