La Vie d’une Introvertie (The Life of an Introvert)

I loved having the kids but since they left I have been soaking in the quiet.

It’s been a couple of days but I’m still starting up like an Edsel. I did build a closet out of a mop handle but then I went back to bed.

The Husband finally got me out of the apartment yesterday for a 3pm lunch. On the way home we saw this awesome dance show from the scaffolding of the Opera Garnier building.

This morning The Husband said he wanted to make the beds in the extra rooms and go to the grocery store and my response was, “You want to do ALL of that…TODAY?”

I don’t know what I was doing while he was making those beds this morning but I know this, I was not helping. He did go to the grocery store while I was taking a long bath. Just now I realized I was on a couch in a Parisian apartment eating the end (le quignon) of a baguette so I was trying to snap a picture of this quintessential scene when The Husband walked past the room with a load of laundry.

I can’t help but wonder how his Paris blog would read.

We made it to the Coulée Verte today which The Husband heard as the Koolaid Bear. It’s a former train track now dressed up as a beautiful park and walking/biking path. I must have been trotting about like a show pony because the back of my pants were covered in mud. Couple that with my cotton-ball-fuzz-of-a-hairdo and I’m looking like an old mattress and a shopping cart away from being among the homeless.

Next week more company arrives, two sisters and a niece. I will collectively just call them The Sisters. I hope they have a good time—thanks to The Adorable Husband, the laundry will be done and the beds made. But I’m the one who built that closet out of a mop handle and that’s not nothin’.