Although we had a blast in good ol' Virginny, both of us were thrilled to be back home in France. Weird, huh. I looked back through some of my older blog posts and a lot of them involved complaining. Okay, fine. Pretty much all of them involved complaining. Nowadays, though, I don't have that much to complain about. Things are going fine -- hubs is good, the cat doesn't seem depressed, Ella is hilarious, and I am finally getting used to my short hair. Ella starts school in September, and I am both dreading it and getting excited for her. She desperately wants to go, but I can't help but worry that this will be the start of the decline of her English. After 6 weeks in the US, English is her language of choice and the one she expresses her most complicated ideas in. French is coming back, though, and she's going to spend one week with the in-laws which is pretty much the best version of French camp you could ask for. When hubs told my MIL that Ella was speaking mainly English, MIL said (in French, obviously) "Well, that will give me a chance to practice my English, then!" I thought that was an awesome response on her part.
While we were away, hubs painted the bedrooms and they look great. We managed to hide most of the lumpiness and I love the look of the clean walls. The downstairs still looks like crap, but that gives us something to do and goals are important, as I always say. Today was our 6-year wedding anniversary and we're planning on celebrating by buying a new dishwasher in the near future. I couldn't be more excited. If things go well we're also planning another trip to Belgium, just the two of us. Hubs has been so great over all the years and I'm looking forward to some "us" time, which has been sorely needed. Since I've gotten back I'm really determined to embrace France as much as I can, and one of the big benefits is being able to drive to another country in under 4 hours. We're going to do it!