The alarm clock is possessed.

This past weekend I finally climbed the Eiffel Tower. I know shocking, I spent 4 months in France and only looked at the tower from the ground. My friend and I took the stares [also what kind of stupid spelling mistake is this?? Clearly I meant "stairs". I don't think I've ever tried climbing stares...) (cause we are so active! [ i.e we we're too cheap to pay 10 euros for the elevator, and would rather pay 4 to climb the stairs]). We happened to go at the perfect time too, an hour or so before 18:00, which meant we got to see Paris in the daylight, the Eiffel Tower light up, and Paris at night.

Yes there is a skating rink on the Eiffel Tower

This was one of the scariest things I did [keep in mind I am afraid of heights and there was a 40-year-old man who would refuse to go on the glass floor, so clearly I have more balls then him]

And then I saw that the glass floor at the Eiffel Tower breaks… I am never stepping on it again.

I am getting better at these panoramic shots

It gets all sparkly.

I am going to go back a little in time here. But before we went to the Eiffel Tower we checked out some archives museum…. yes it is as boring as it sounds.

There were way too many people, all the seats we're taken, had to sit in the back.

I went over the 'red tape' for this photo. After we took it, my friend pointed out a camera pointing at this very desk and chair… I was scared I'd get kicked out the rest of our visit. 

The rest of this week has been... interesting.

Tuesday and Wednesday I was in Paris meeting so many new people, it was lovely. Tuesday night, my friend and I went out for drinks in Paris with a whole bunch of other girls, and Wednesday I went to a "french conversation meetup" where I again met some fascinating people, and realized my french is not that horrible.

All thanks to Lina for the photo. This bar served popcorn and candy for 'free snacks', how awesome??!

However, the week with the girls has been up and down. Monday, the older one stayed home because she had a bad sleep and needed to sleep in more. Her little sister, obviously, had a tantrum because she wanted to stay home too. What made matters worse is how the big sister kept coming downstairs, almost like taunting the little sister about the fact that she doesn't get to go to school in for the morning. That shit doesn't fly with me, so I told her, if she's at home to rest, then she can rest in bed as she is supposed to, which worked very well.

Then for the last two days of the week I had the girls for lunch: big girl and her friends Thursday, and little one today. I'm starting to dislike it more and more when the big girls come for lunch... it's pretty much a good way to get a headache for 2 hours as all they do is scream and act like theres 10 of them... When the little ones come home for lunch it is way calmer, we have some interesting conversations for lunch, and they clean up after themselves!

Then, apparently someone had taken out the vacuum bag and never put in a new one, and just closed the vacuum up. I assume you can guess what happened then... Obviously the blame fell on the young au pair who doesn't even know how to open the damn lid of the vacuum [let alone take out the bag], but if the cleaning lady says it wasn't her... What kind of an idiot takes out the vacuum bag and doesn't put a new one in and then blames the au pair!

I really will be needing a drink tonight.

But overall the week has been really great, I am so happy to have met so many people in such a short amount of time! And overall the girls have been really good for the mornings (that's the hardest time of the day, who can blame them!)

Oh yes, and about the possessed part, last night I was going to sleep, and while I was in my "almost asleep phase" my alarm clock radio thing next to my bed just turns on... It gave me a mild heart attack as all I could hear was "shhhhshhhshhhshhhh" really loud. I pressed all the buttons on the alarm clock and nothing would stop it (yes i even tried the volume button). Now considering I was in half a dream state already, I started to freak out that some possessed being was going to come out of my closet or something and warn me about the terrible future. I started panicking and trying to find the cord that would let me turn the devil thing off, but I had this horrible thought that what if I unplugged the thing and it still wouldn't stop... then screw France, I'm going home. After I had turned it off, I could not go back to sleep for another hour after this trauma! The thing is never going to be plugged in again...