The French are known for their ability to strike. It is part of their rights given to them by the government and boy do they love to take advantage.
Let us not forget when the National French Soccer Team went on strike during the World Cup in 2010.
While I completely respect their right to strike for whatever it is that they seem to be pissed off with at any given moment, it never ceases to be a pain in my derriere.
There was the wonderful time when a strike left me completely stranded with a 6 month old at an airport for over 10 hours!
Then there was the time when my friends were stranded in Paris and couldn't get out.
The list could go on and on.
Even though they are known for their strikes, there actually hasn't been one in quite a while (at least none that have affected me, which is why it has probably gone unnoticed).
So imagine my surprise when I got an email this week for a Préavis de Grève - a strike warning. A strike warning from the boys' daycare no less.
This of course sent me into a tizzy. Cornel and I had to have the conversation about whose stuff was more important (he won) to see who could stay home with the boys. Vive la France!
In the end, the daycare ended up making accommodations for some children whose parents both work so Nathan and Noah will be going half a day.
So while I respect their right to strike - I really wish it would stop being such a pain! From what I hear the strike "season" is far from over so something tells me I'll be spending a lot more time at home.
Welcome to France.
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