People.

I’m so out of it that jet lagged doesn’t even cut it.

I just need a good night’s sleep. And I know I will feel better tomorrow morning.

I barley slept on the flight. Poor FoH. He was so damn tired but couldn’t fall asleep. He just couldn’t get comfortable and had a couple mini meltdowns. It made me nervous because he’s never had meltdowns and well, what the hell do you do when a toddler is having a meltdown on a plane?

More like, what can you do other than trying to comfort them and riding it out?

Yeah, that answer is: nothing.

I knew he’d finally be so exhausted from all the crying that he’d fall asleep, and he did.

He slept maybe two and a half — three hours.

Then when we arrived to the hotel today at 1, we were informed our room wasn’t ready. Now in all fairness, check in isn’t until 2 but I was banking on us being able to check in early.

More than anything, I just wanted to lay down.

It actually worked out better, because we headed out to the charming Village Du Bercy that was just a two minute walk and had a great lunch. Followed by a great nap.

Then back out post nap for a walk to the Gare Du Bercy to scope out how long of a walk it would take to the {train} station and if it was doable with all of our bags — and pushing FoH in the stroller.

I think it is — Maman is doubtful.

Tomorrow we head out at 14:14 for Sancerre — a medieval village in The Loire Valley. We’ll be there for a few days, then back to Paris, just in time for Christmas!

What a dream this is, People.

Christmas in France, with my People. It just doesn’t get any better than this. Bursting with thankfulness.