Emergency Croissants

Something no one tells you before you become a parent is how often young children get sick. This week our littles caught their mandatory February virus, which resulted in a visit to our lovely yet slightly terrifying French paediatrician. Sometimes I just can’t face her so my husband handled this week’s rendezvous. They had to stay home from crèche for a few days which meant that I spent Monday and Tuesday in my pyjamas, hardly left the apartment and due to some poor planning I only had UHT milk (which the French love, I’d never seen so much long life milk in a supermarket before moving here) to make my daily coffee which was the icing on the cake. My husband took over on Wednesday so I could get some work done (and get a decent coffee), and my commute across town seemed even more beautiful than normal, with the sun streaming across Île Saint-Louis as I passed by, happy to be wearing pants with a zip and embracing the chilly morning air.