I hate appartment searching. We have been to at least 15 appartments in the last 2 days and we haven't found anything we really liked. Sophie is a little distressed because her environment is completely different and she gets quite upset when we leave her every day to search for an appartment. Thank goodness my mom is here to help take care of her.
Anyway, I am posting this in a really foul mood. We are so jet lagged that we can't really sleep at night, and each day house hunting starts at 8:30am. It doesn't help that Fabien has to also go to work at the same time.
I am feeling like an idiot because 5 mins ago I picked up the phone and it was Fab's China boss speaking (in French) and although I understood him perfectly, the language center of my brain just froze and I kinda sputtered incoherently. I must have sounded like an alien because he very tentatively asked if i spoke English?!! What a marvellous first impression...
AND to top it all off ...
I just managed to spill an entire bottle of carefully pumped breastmilk on the kitchen floor.
Anyone who has ever had to pump milk by hand will know how pissed off I am about that.
This is a good time to breathe as deeply as possible of the dry and polluted air. And go surf some of my friends blogs and chill out. I am sure we will find the right place to live in for the next 2 years. I am sure everything is going to be fine.
God will provide.