ADD? Maybe?

I have a few random thoughts that I couldn't think of a full post on each thought, so I thought I would just put them all in one post. We'll see, this could be a little of my (self diagnosed) attention deficit disorder coming out.

First thing that is on my mind is that it is driving me crazy that I don't speak French. I know that it would have been a great idea to get that ball rolling a long time ago, but let's not dwell on the past. People, think about it. The washing machine is all French. The stove, microwave, oven...that's right all French. In the grocery store all the food, all French. I can't even shop without being frustrated that I don't speak French. I have no idea what I am eating when I can't read the ingredients. I usually count calories, look at protein, sugars, fiber, other nutritional info, but I can't. I don't understand what the package says. Let me give you an example. I went to this all frozen food store last night to pick up a few things for the next few days and I picked up pre-packaged spaghetti for lunch today. It looked like normal ole spaghetti in the picture, I came home and used my app to translate all the major terms on the package and thought OK this is a go. Well, when I started cooking lunch the apartment began to smell, funny we shall say. I went and looked at the frozen spaghetti in the pan that was now defrosting. What looked like small mushrooms were floating in the sauce. I thought to myself, mushrooms don't smell like that. So, I decided to translate every term in the ingredients before I fed it to my children. Oh, that little mushroom looking ingredient was snails. Yes, people SNAILS. Who puts snails in spaghetti? And, why or why would it not say real big on the front of the package SPAGHETTI ESCARGOT? So, the kids ate grilled cheese. (once again)

The other thing on my mind is that our boxes are still not here. I have the majority of Emma's home school stuff, normal food, coats, and toys in those boxes. I want my boxes. I am not above an all out crying show down if they don't arrive soon.

I am also missing our church. We have a wonderful church family and we have yet to time it right that we make it to service in France. It does make my heart proud that the kids are asking to go to church. They love their time with church family just as much as Jarred and I do, so they are really seeking that out. We do have time at home to study and pray, but that connection with other christians is so vital to the way we as a family operate. I am excited to try a new worship experience, but nothing will replace our connection to our hometown church across "the pond"!

 

 

Oh, and this is what I found in the bedroom. Emma and I were working on school work and he was very quiet. I walked in and he was happy as a lark playing with American Girl dolls. I will qualify this by stating that he was putting bandages and casts on them..and he had his gun!

Let me summarize by stating, we are very blessed. We are happy and healthy. Surprisingly to me, the kids are very happy. We have a French tutor starting shortly that will work with the entire family, so shopping will get easier. The boxes are in Paris and we will get them sometime very soon. And, we have found a church that seems like a nice fit. We will be attending and active very soon. Things just have taken more time than I had originally thought. Patience has never been my strong suit, but I am willing to work on myself with a cheerful heart.

Until Next Time,
Megan