Me thinks people might be curious as to how the &*^$#@! we spend our days. Are we sipping French wine all day? Are we letting the Nanny take care of the kids? Maybe eating out at expensive restaurants every day?
Getting up at noon hungover? That question was probably intended for Wendi.
Is Jeff ‘actually working’?
Hey wait a minute that last one was a little personal don’t you think?
Well as we got home tonight I thought it might be nice to share what this day looked like.
What made this day special?
Nothing, compared to the day before it or the day after it. A lot, compared to any Thursday before July 19.
Today I started work at 7:30am and worked until 5pm. Then I worked again after 10pm for awhile longer. I do this most days. For our business we are rolling out two pretty big/new projects that are time consuming, so there is a steep learning curve and a lot to be done. But it is an exciting time, so that is fine with me.
I took this picture from my desk with my headphones on and an iPad and Laptop open for work. I couldn’t hear anything but LOUD MUSIC in my ears, but I snapped the picture just the same.
Then I took a break for lunch with good eats like this that Wendi made under the radar.
Yes I had wine with lunch. I am in France ya know.
We ate some tasty French Jam. Is France known for Jam? Dunno, but when I say ‘French’ in front of anything it sounds cooler. Let’s try.
Jeff: I had a French Colonoscopy today.
Person: Wow that sounds cool.
French Colonoscopy Jam Picture
And at lunch, although I was only there long enough to eat and yell at the boys, I put the camera on the table and saw this.
So I trudged back into my office (with no door or way to block noise) and put on headphones and hammered away at greatness. Yes I still had the wine! What’s with all the judgment?
Then we set out at 5:30 for our adventure for the day.
And that picture way up at the top of this post. Just part of our evening stroll 🙂
Anyhoo, the boys tormented pigeons because who really cares about pigeons?
Then they raced (I told Tate to hang back so that the picture would look cooler…I think you’ll agree it looks cooler with both boys in the picture).
Then we set up a nice timer shot.
I know what you are thinking. Has Jeff been working out several hours a day with Olympic level weights? No, actually I have worked out very little to achieve my results, but thanks for noticing.
Then the obligatory picnic. Which the boys ruined by incessantly asking to feed the pigeons they just finished tormenting. It isn’t easy being a pigeon in 21st century Paris.
Pigeon bread trail trap. Tate meticulously spacing bread pieces. Cash just hoping it works.
The walk home to the Metro…
Oh wait, Cotton Candy. Will this torture never end?
At last, the Metro.
I think we can all agree that there is nothing so comfortable as lying face down on the Metro seats.
Or carrying a kid strapped to you for hours.
This seems like a good place for a picture of a man that appears to be in his ‘jammies’ in a photo booth in the Metro. Is that Hugh Hefner?
Ode to Wendi:
Not mentioned yet…Wendi walked to the grocery store by herself and got supplies and our picnic goodies. She gave herself and 3 boys a bath (not at the same time). She oversaw Tate writing in his journal and also his reading for the day. Fed Burke and changed Burke multiple times during the day. Did laundry with no drier. Put away dishes. Broke up fights. Taught valuable lessons. Made lunch(pictured above). Made me coffee(French Press style). Cleaned up after breakfast and lunch. Played with the boys. Disciplined the boys. Displayed more patience in her proverbial ‘little finger’ than I have in my entire body. Carried Burke all over Paris. Taught us French. Laughed. Planned our day trip, the metro stop we needed, where to go out of the metro stop and where to go once we got to our destination. Packed our bag. Did meal planning before bed. Tucked the boys in…and countless other thankless tasks that she performs in a day.
And she put herself last like she does every day.
We went to bed well after midnight.(Maybe 3am for me)
That was Thursday.
Wednesday looked a lot like it, with different pictures and less Cotton Candy.