So after I stopped mentionning my uncle's thick (and likely soaked) diapers, I was treated to the promised breakfast as long as I act like a good baby. So I had to settle for the high chair, the bottle and being fed... but what woudln't I do for bacon ?
So, here I am, packing to head home tomorrow. My plane is at 11 am UK time and I'll be reaching home around 10:30 pm french time, which make for a 10 hours trip (much shorter than my 17 hours one). I'm depressed at the idea of leaving, and stressed about the new job, but I'll be ok. Life has to goes on and mommy has others things to deal with than me. I just hope to get some of my sleep back before monday.
