CURSED

Sometimes I hate Friday nights.

From time to time on Fridays my boss will pass the evening with friends which means we don't start cooking dinner until 9pm. There's never warning, it's just like a pop quiz that makes you hungry and then tired. In these circumstances I'm liable to say anything, like tonight when we were eating dinner I told the kids that I, in fact, had found a leprechaun and was secretly rich. The oldest told me that legend goes that if you have the gold you're cursed until the leprechaun get's it back. I refrained from saying, "Of course I'm cursed, I'm an au pair, duh."

We finished cleaning up dinner at 10 to 10, the irony of this being that I got frustrated with this same oldest child earlier in the day because I asked him to go get bread, it's their daily chore they take turns at: going to pick up fresh baguettes at the bakery, and he refused. At first I teased and cajoled through his whining which I probably should have stuck with longer. But really? Sometimes I just want to scream. So instead I said I'm not arguing. Then I argued. In our back and forth I said, "I don't want to be working until 10:00pm trying to get done what I need to because I had to take the time to stop for bread on the way home from picking up your sister!"

We had to stop to get bread on the way home.
I worked until almost 10:00pm.
I am cursed.

If I am in possession of leprechaun gold I'm entirely unaware of it. However, I did buy some rhubarb yogurt today which is much better than gold.