The trash went this morning...

...and yes it was a big deal.

It carted off the Last Diapers. That's right. No more diapers...at least until someone visits or grandchildren...in which the latter case we'll probably be elsewhere anyway... But the seven years, nine months of my diaper-changing life is once and truly over!

I realized later that it was American Mother's Day the morning I removed the last one. I also realized to late to call my own mother but that's not the point. The French "Fête des Mères" (or Mother's Holiday) is next week. It still goes to show, what better present could a mother get from her toddler than that? even if it's celebrated on the other side of the Atlantic??

No reminding, no helping, no discussions. She does it all on her own. Some technique has to be more finely honed (you'll be grateful I'm leaving out the TMI details) but there must have been half the usual trash we normally put out this morning.

I'm sort of paying attention to politics. Lots of women. Lots of people with children. This is supposed to be a Good Thing. I can't give a toss! I want Sunday opening hours!!!

Meanwhile, Armel, my little buddy in Ronnie's class comes up to me. "Now they're going to send all the foreigners back to their home countries and there's a war going on where my parents come from and if they send me back, I'll be KILLED!" Armel's parents are from Rwanda. There are about a million parents standing around so I'm thinking "I have to come up with something Significant and comforting in a foreign language as quick as I can..." so I mumbled something about no one sending anyone anywhere, myself included. I kind of skimmed over the fact that I'm already French and this child...born in France...isn't yet.

So I've not only been giving Armel his banned snacks but denying him exercise by driving him home. I think the only war Armel is likely to be involved in is the one that's going to happen when his parents find out what I've been up to!

We been having a lot of days off lately. There was the end of WWII, some sort of religious holiday, worker's day, etc. It's to the point that the kids are confused. "Okay" Talia asks "Do we have school tomorrow? After tomorrow? and after that??" Two Tuesdays in a row! What luck. In included dance class (Talia), soccor (Ronnie), local garderie (Davina) and French class (me). All gone, twice in a row!

So we actually have Full Week next week. No days off...except that it's a "Free Saturday". No school on Saturday. That's a holiday for me!