Teacher Strikes

The French honestly always find something to go on strike about. Whether it be the train workers (for the hundred-millionth time this year) or taxi drivers or students (once again, for the hundred-millionth time) or the police force, this unfortunate Thursday was the teachers at my five-year old's school. What my host mom laughed about was the fact that they didn't actually give a public reason or disclose why they were striking. It was just a free day off for them to me. And the lunch staff decided to strike too so I had the rest of the kids home for lunch too.

Weeks of vacation where I am working is (really honestly terribly) bad enough but a day in the week where I could be out in Paris, or more importantly, in my bed doing nothing!? I had to entertain a five-year old for too many hours that day. I don't know how I survived that.

Most of the time, he wanted to play Princess. I painted his nails, put him in a dress, and tied a bow around his head. The whole time I was thinking, "Why me...why....me....."