I'm just plowing forward, I guess! XD By the way - I have not taken any French classes. I've taken three years of Spanish though! But that won't help with this... So, what I'm trying to say is that the French I am writing is stuff that I have looked up on the interwebs. If it is wrong, please tell me! Kaythanxbai.
Joseph and I were sprawled on the hard wooden floor of my kitchen, surrounded by boxes. I had no idea where all of the stuff was going to go.
"Thanks for helping," I said. "I can do the rest. Go back to work."
Joseph patted my hand. "Glad I could help."
He sat up, stretched, and walked out of my apartment, stopping at the door to wiggle his fingers at me. "Au revoir, mon amour*."
Then it was me, the kids, and a mountain of boxes. Oh, joy.
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I dragged my desk and chairs into the kitchen, and then levied Sophie's mattress into the cramped space. I dug through the boxes, triumphantly pulling out the pile of wood that was Grant's crib. I spent almost an hour struggling to put it together, and finally nailed in the last nail at almost five in the evening. I then dug through the boxes again for the mattress and padding.
Those found, I sat back on my heels, watching Sophie read to Grant from one of her new books.
After a few minutes I finally drew up enough energy to begin digging through the boxes again, finding Grant's changing table. It was in multiple pieces.
Motherfucking Christ.
*goodbye, my love
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