Contrary to popular opinion, I love my kid. I really do. But what I realized is that I love her WAY MORE when she’s isn’t on vacation with me.
Let’s just say that my 3 previous visits to Paris minus Maya were quite different from this one. But since I’m thrilled to be in Paris regardless of the fact my kid won’t stop asking why there is no CPK on the Champs-Elysees, I’ll shut up and let the pictures speak for themselves.
Okay, we all knew I couldn’t leave it at that…
If Maya doesn’t stop…asking the French-speaking waiters why there is no kid’s menu…telling me she needs to go potty when I can’t find a 20 cent coin for the bathroom anywhere…losing her train ticket over and over again, I am dropping her off Charles de Gaulle so she can hop on the first flight I can find. To wherever it may be going.
To all you moms out there who are able to effortlessly juggle 4 kids while on a vacation (and you know who you are) - I am stumped.