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This is what I do for my French homework after a long day:

Regarde! C'est Barack Obama! Il est le President de l'États-Unis. Son père habita à Kenya et il s'appelle Barack Obama I. Obama deuxiem est le premier President Africain-Americain. Son gauche main est dominant comme Florance. Barack Obama; vous etes très beau!

It was a good day. Woke up, got the little one ready for English school and dropped him off with only one "Go away!" tantrum, and took the big one to a second-hand market and the library. This was good because I basically got to spend 20 Euros of her mother's money on her--serious bonding. She and I had lunch together, and I sent her off with her ride to English school. Then I read 'The Gruffalo' to the little one twice while he was cuddly, and after he actually invited me into his "house"! This is a big deal. It also meant climbing a tree (his house). Sweet.

I did some writing in "Sherwood Forest" after I walked the middle one and his friend home while they played over the friend's house. (I know that last sentence is hard to follow, but it's not important where whose friend was when. Haha.) Writing a bit of fiction again felt good. I raced the middle one to the car, drove him to his sports, got my ATM card at the bank, and picked up the big one at English school. Then I buried a dead bulb with the little one, who thought it was an onion until I taught him better. He was disappointed it didn't grow as soon as he dumped some water on it. Thennnnn I helped the big one write, design, print, and cut out some Birthday invitations.

Next, I convinced the little one to let me help him out of his bath and put on his pajamas and was quizzed at dinner on my French numbers. I read some more to the little one while the middle one read 'Robin Hood' with his mother and the big one practiced her conjugations and multiplication tables with her father. Finally, I brainstormed for my French homework, and here I am having completed it! Ten at night, and I might just go to bed now...