Thursday, February 21, 2008


Wrote this one up yesterday morning. The rest of the day got better, to the point where I ended the day with my heart overwhelmed with joy. And today our internet connection is back up. Go figure.

Fussy Baby + too little sleep + rainy day + broken internet access = one grumpy and tired mama.

I know that calling my ISP to complain about yet another outage is useless. If I live in this country until I die, I will never get used to customer service that is expensive, ineffective, and utterly unapologetic about their shortcomings.

I keep hoping with the Americanization of the world, France will move to a customer service model similar to the customer-centered US. The only evolution is that I occasional run into someone who is clueless yet earnest, just like back home, instead of just apathetic and hostile. But it still costs 0.33 euros/minute for nothing.

Le Petit woke up at six-thirty this morning too tired to be happy, and too awake to go back to sleep. He has barely let me put him down for five minutes since. I don’t know what to do with a baby that wants to be in my arms constantly today. The weather stinks, and I’ve explored every inch of this town on foot. So I’m complaining in a Word document and letting le Petit gum a piece of stale baguette.

Yesterday was great and the livin’ was easy. I can’t help but think that I earn my Mommy stripes on days like this, and so far today, I’m earning zilch. But le Petit looks up at me from over a drooly hunk of bread, with sparkling eyes and a wad of crumbs stuck to his nose, and smiles his snaggle-toothed grin, and I swear, it all seems worth it.


melizm said...

Ah.......the experience of savoring lemonade so satisfying after a bushel of lemons! A lovely sonnet to parenting - bravo le petit and especially his mother.

Parisienne Mais Presque said...

Thank you! It helps to get your encouragement! I'm learning a lot about taking it all in stride with this parenthood gig, and I honestly feel like I have a much better perspective on life now.

I'm still a pessimist most of the time, but I'm getting better. And it is hard to be negative when you have such a beautiful, happy little guy smiling at you so often.