I do not speak French (much)

This morning was Lyn's last day on the job. I am really going to miss her.  She tells me stories that keep me going and laughs when I complain to her. I asked her how much she made working here, and she said 700 euro a month because she only works 20 hours a week, but Josephine makes 1,500 euro a month because she works more. Needless to say, I am shocked. I work what feels like 100 hours a week and get a mere 340 euro a month. Though I do not clean the entire house, and I get room and board, I feel like I deserve at least a little more. But I guess that, it is an experience type thing. When Lyn heard I only make 340 euro a month she was so shocked, she joked she was going into labor. Funny stuff. I got her number so we can do lunch.  She said she wanted to take me to the red light district for souvenirs. Haha, she's the best.

After lunch I took Samuel to get a haircut. We were running late, so I did not have much patience for the bus driver. I tried to get Samuel a ticket with his discount card, (Families with 4 or more children get discounts in France.  Refreshing concept to encourage procreation.  I like it.) and he charged me full price. Jerk. Then when I went to validate it he started yelling in French. I yelled back, I do not speak French, which prompted him to yell louder. Yay. That was no fun.

We got lost on the way to the haircut, I went to the Rue instead of the Boulevard, so I led Samuel on a 20 minute walk to get to the right place, practically dragging him there. He got a hair cut and it looked nice. 

Sandrine's mother took us home.  She's back from Israel with Gabrielle. So starting Sunday when Benjamin gets home, I will have all 4 kids every day again. But their vacation will be over and they will be in school again, so I will have my days off. YAY.

Shabbat dinner tonight, and 2 cousins are staying the night.  Hope all goes well. 

XOXO,

Mandy