Paris laid before me. All we had to do was swing up from Dijon. My husband had some things he had to take care of in Dijon and as soon as he was done we were going to hit the road again and head to Paris.
We were driving around Dijon searching for his appointment when he ran the car over the curb. He hit the curb at just the right angle and force to cause the tire to bust. My husband pulled back behind some buildings leaving us sitting in the car waiting for him to find someone to help us. I was left for over half an hour with wild climbing girls and a sweet happy boy. It really wasn’t that bad. Luckily, my husband found a garage just in front of where his appointment was. After the mechanic put the safety tire on we drove the car to the garage. My husband went directly to his appointment only 10 minutes late. Can you believe that? I was left alone, again, with the stinkers. The garage had no waiting room. My husband told me I had to walk to the McDonalds nearby. We walked in freezing cold wind and rain for a couple blocks before reaching the McDonalds. Bad luck followed us. I had forgotten to get money from my husband and had only about 50 cents in change. I could’t afford even a hamburger. So, I sat with the stinker girls being as stinky as they could be. I had to put Petite Clown in a highchair strapping her in. Otherwise, she kept running all over the McDonalds climbing on top of the tables laughing and taunting me to come and get her. Sweet Bear topped off my horrible McDonalds experience.
She told me she had to go potty. She is not able to go by herself at three. Therefore, I had to wheel both Boy Blue and Petite Clown in their highchairs (love highchairs with wheels!) back to the restrooms with Sweet Bear in tow. Sweet Bear informed me that she really did not have to go pee pee and wouldn’t even try no matter no matter how hard I begged her. Not five minutes after I got all of us wheeled back to the front of the McDonalds where we were sitting, Sweet Bear tells me that she has to go pee pee. Well, that is what I thought she had said. However, as my brain was processing the dripping sound coming from her general direction I soon realized she had said that she was going pee pee as in the present tense. Yelp! She went pee pee right there on her seat at the table of the McDonalds in Dijon after our tire had just blown and we had just made a horrible walk in the freezing rain with wind chilling us to the bone only to discover that I had no money! I looked under the table and a huge puddle was forming.
The only lucky thing that happened during this episode was that one McDonalds employee was busy serving four other customers. No one saw what happened. I was mortified and ready to cry! But, I held in there and wheeled the kids back to the bathroom AGAIN. I had to strip wet pants and panties off Sweet Bear. It was no easy task because they were sticking like glue to her skin. Happily, she had worn a long coat that went almost to her knees kinda like a dress. I slapped a diaper on under her dress as she was standing because she is just to big to lay down. I had no extra clothes for her. Finally, we all wheeled back up to the front sitting at a new table.
My husband comes an hour later to get us. We decided it just wasn’t worth driving all the way to Paris after the time we had lost. Not to mention that our state of mind was as deflated as the broken tire. We decided to head back home. I had never been able to get in touch with the person that is in charge of passports in Paris. The website was down…can you believe it? I told you that I have bad luck! It just wasn’t worth the headache of driving to Paris with three babies after such a horrible day without even knowing if it was even possible to get the passport. Can you imagine us getting all the way to Paris to be told we needed an appointment or passports are done on another day. Just not worth it!
So, we will not be going to America this year. The only way I can get a passport for Boy Blue is to drive to Paris which is not happening. Or I can take a chance that it will be done in time if I do it here in Strasbourg. However, the soonest I can do it here is at the end of this month and it can take up to three weeks to get the passport. There is no one available at the consulate here in Strasbourg until the 27th of this month. My other concern is what if the appointment I made was cancelled until the following week? It has happened to me once before. Then, the passport wouldn’t be done in time for the flight. We have to leave by the end of May from Frankfort for the tickets to be at a reasonable price. I am not 100 percent certain that Boy Blue’s passport would be done by the end of May. So, I give up.
We did swing through Switzerland on the way back since it wasn’t that far out of our way. It was a very nice drive back home. I had never been to the French part of Switzerland before. It is beautiful. I will write more later and post pictures for you. I am too busy with my Mama duties at the moment to write more now.
I did find a template that I really like. It is easy to read and userfriendly. Let me know if you have any problems reading the sidebar or text or if it doesn’t look right on your end.
Update: I am trying to get the text in this template to be a little larger and darker. It is too light to read. My parents will go blind trying to read such light writing! Back to work on the templetes!