The video of my passage on France 2 it is there. Weekend in TOP but finished lover!!!
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Mom thirty-year person, Parisian, project manager but also editor freelancer, I juggle as I can between work and kids (2 and a half years and 5 years). Here is my log, which I want humorous and concr t! My galleys, my happiness, my hysterics, my crises of laugh, but also my good plans, my organisation and my non-organisation... NO, it is not BECAUSE of happiness!
Last year, our tiny experience (one weekend discovery of the snow only) with ESF had already left us a taste very bitter.
In summary:
- a light lack of kindness in the counter
- a ridiculous space dedicated to every babies
- 8 animators in the ladle
- 150 howling kids, morvant, drooping, remaining 5 minutes on the soil before they are violently raised and waiting 20 minutes to make a descent of 5 seconds, in the ladle
For us, this it was ended by a row with the "monitors" which wanted to see us leaving, while for us, however on the base " unworthy parents " , he was out of question there!
At the end of one hour and thirty of nightmare where the flea had finally well managed, of rascals, I had already blown 10 and been so much recovering, the small under the arm had been taken and they had broken.
This year, it is therefore with a big apprehension that they went to the Офис ESF from BELAMBRA VVF from our arrival on Saturdays evenings.
There a "delightful" (not really he was smiling and kind, just a bit expeditious) monitor gave us information, such a nice small robot:
Run in the morning or in the afternoon, the children are in a closed place (euh a zoo?) of 2 hectares, you put them in the shuttle, shoes with feet, gloves and glasses of the sun and hop they are brought back to you 3 hours later.
Okkkkkkkkkk
I ask question: and there are many children?
Oh there madam, you worry not: there is habit sorry!
Ah phew, just I got worried yours, veiled me reassured
He begins taking out his pencil. The man and I let us ask to think a little more.
The guy supris takes one out to us "ah " . He had to tell himself anyway if they want to put their chieuse to go to ski cushy they have not the choice! . Yes! There was the club children of the VVF, but ok, they had come so that Choupie learns to ski
The following morning, they went directly to the School of ski Frenchmen, as in every station it is not possible to miss them, they are in the middle of the village green, in front of the tourist Офис, or in the worst: in side! Inevitable, one quasi monopoly! They are seen everywhere monoskiing, dressed reds.
They veiled how, ended up registering him for the sessions of morning.
110 thank you well.
The Monday, horror, the shuttle arrives at 9 h 15, the children shout shoes, wedged in their combination of ski, closed (for the beginners, know that it is very hard to walk with cosmonauts' shoes when they is already closed, that is to say ready to put skis on). Some parents reassure us by saying to us that they had gone to see the day before and that this went, that they indeed had a big space, all this
15 minutes of waiting to watch at our children blubbering in the bus, and he ends finally up starting without taking care of course of proving that all gnomes are well established!
In short.
The gripped heart, they left to ski we too.
At midday, other sound of bell, other parents have just gone to spy on their babies: a cata! They speak about 20 kids by adults, about shouting, about tears, I move away not to hear.
The Choupie goes out of the bus, she well seems to go but annoce to us everything of go that she will not go any more!
The week therefore took place with this ritual, howl in the morning, relief in midday. But on the horizon: a hope! The medal of the chicks! Promised by monitors to the children for Friday, we did not hesitate one second to make her glisten too in our Choupie.
Silly as they are, they really thought that they are going to them to GIVE a medal!
BUT NO!!!!!!!!!
They put a coupon I deserve my medal, because I am too strong in ski in carries it tag of the kids. And it belongs to you, bloody idiots of parents, to go to the School of ski to recover the pretty medal, for the modest sum 6- .
Thank you!
ESI TO BE CHOSEN
By ruminating our hate against ESF every morning upon tracks, man and me sums one day thrown on not a single file of red gnomes, but YELLOW gnomes!
Questioning, but who who are them yellow???
Of course, they went up, was seen marked ESI (International School of ski).
Big doubt in our minds? We are made to us. see what?
They accost the yellow, nice, nice, smiling monoskiing and who hastened to pick up delicately a baby who had just fallen I was already in love!
In short, he confirms us their existence, there you know above, in the fund, to the right after the chemist's shop hidden what!
Unfortunately, they have THEM no possibility of having a space as every babies (3-4 years) and take beginners therefore only moderately, directly on tracks.
But as much to say to you as next year, the flea will not go to ESF, who sincerely, treat the rascals as machines with cash, without even no minimum of respect for them.
In the d gouter of the ski! I find it abominable. Desolate, but I fell on no exception confirming this sad reality.
Therefore, do not forget, there is only ESF, but there is also ESI, any yellow, to be favoured it is my advice. I have just had precision by the mom reader Papadoums that the medal was of course free with ESI.
In ESI, the children are favoured! We tie a big importance to the quality of education. Of the age of 3 years, up to the teenagers, our groups are limited to 10 children (less according to schools). The ski must be play for the children, without forgetting security therefore; the harbour of the helmet is therefore deeply recommended!
To you? Your experiments with the one or other one? Of what do you think of it? Am too much mother hen on this blow?
Revoil Miss therefore! Saw me crossing a head fast on Sunday and yesterday, but today, I make my truth come back!
Imagine the number of mails who waited for me in my return on Saturday evening and then Monday morning to the work
Then???? I hear you from here! it was well? Yes, it was well! No accident before leaving, no accident during stay: he breakage neck even did not become once again blue! When I say to you that it was well!!
A week of fine weather (I besides brought back the sun with me to Paris, ah ah oh well for others, week of snow envisaged in mountain, it is stupid sorry hi hi) One week without making to eat One week in 2 in the morning, in 4 in the afternoon: a perfect rhythm!
One week without Internet
One week without coffee!
I will come back in detail on trip by train with a special dedicate to old co * % # to go it and on the accommodation in VVF BELAMBRA or saying more upmarket than before , I will not forget to water in passage the marvellous school of ski ESF, of which the monopoly exasperate intensely.
Today it is summed up across some confirmations and also some disillusions:
- [on Friday evening - wakefulness of departure] not, a suitcase and a bag it is fair not possible, I went to search a 2nd suitcase in the cellar
- [on Saturday morning-5 minutes before the arrival of the taxi] finally, a bag also is going to be topped up.
=> an advice: do not neglect her masses of small things to be added at last instant who prevents from closing suitcases!
- holiday this is good for morale and for my head of digging out: I even could put this morning my embelisseur apricot accepted before leaving to prettify my nice tan
- clubs children it is too great: every morning, the small gnome went there of 9 h 30 - 12, which he mourns or which he mourns!
- good surprise, I do not ski so badly (dixit the man) for the 4th week of snow of my life and knowing that I began adult (yes I exchange of flowers, yes, I have the right)
- information I tested for you : to throw the head in the snow the 1st means that the weight of the body was too much forward. (a fall in 6 days, frankly, I am too strong not? Where then I take no risk!)
- the suntan lotion AVENE child very high protection 50 + without paraben (how is that I insist?) am very good: no sunstroke to be deplored, white left children still white on the way back and so much the better! A nice great smell (even for the man!)
- lively the reader saving portable DVD of life in the train but also in the animal box to rabbit, forgiveness the flat, the come evening.
- showers with a curtain, undoubtedly, I do not support, this sticks, it is d gueu, yuk.
- somebody knows where the dietician of the restaurant of VVF was recruited? Nan because fried in all meals, it is a bit heavy and it will be necessary to say him that fruits, this also exists!
- promise a medal to the babies of 3 and 4 years which teach the "ski" in the garden of pioupious to make them then pay 6 to the parents, thank you who? Thank you ESF!
- I confirm, they have the feet which stink in ski boots
- beds gigognes for the parents, this should be forbidden! Heck what!
- one week, brothel, this passes too quickly!
Token go I stop: it was really well! Small details, as always, which are a bit hard, but a good week was really crossed.
After midday, the children were taken to make the sledge, the ice rink (even the dwarf in size 23 had his ice skates!), of the swimming pool
Of what well to burst them: at 20 h 30 everybody slept.
They brought back from the sauciflar and from the cheese, of what to stink all wagon out, a culinary delight!
Phew, to me here is back, nan, I do not have leg broken and with good reason: I did not ski!
Eh yes, pack up again jealousy, this weekend was a stay only dedicated to the choupinette goddess and to her discovery of the snow( it is cold mamannnnnn , see that they made well!)
While to say this morning (forgiveness this afternoon) I am exhausted!
Quick summary therefore:
- I succeeded in putting everything in 1 suitcase and in taking only a security blanket and two tiny dolls (I wait for bravo, I wait!);
- I forgot: the pants of choupinette, only this! Three cheers for the chore of daily washing in the microscopic soap of the hotel and the drying radiator + dries hair (I knew well that it was necessary to take a hotel 3*!!); next time notes for me even, even if it means forgetting a knack mattering so much to forget a knack which takes more place in the suitcase!
- plague was detestable in 80 % time, air of the mountain undoubtedly
and 20 other % it is to hear on behalf of people of the hotel notably: she is adorable (yes ba just, they would go well to ski a bit us, you keep her us one hour or two and they discuss again it?), oh that she speaks well (yes but too much!), she has a pretty smile (yes she holds this of her mother thank you);
- I particularly loved descents in sledge dented;
- I particularly detested the taking back up of sledge overloaded by 14 kg of choupinette + 1 kg of all types of equipment: helmet, shoes, jacket
- had fun well also by seeing the head of the passenger TGV winner of day who comfortably installed in 1st class in a square 4 places saw off-loading our tiny family coming to colonize his life space.
- his block when the cow burst her legs by trying to put down her small feet somewhere (Eh yes he thought that they could however lengthened legs in front of a missed, 96 cm gnome!)
The small discoveries of the choupinette:
- the underground without driver (one bursts complete this was well worth blow to have to be paid one weekend in the other end of the country)
- the unimaginable toilets of TER (frankly, I am really ashamed of French in these instants there and especially I deeply detest them, it is not these dirty men who are going to go to explain in a flea of 3 years that it is again necessary to stop himself the good hour!)
- the snow it is cold and this anchors
- "T m cabines" it is funnily funny (a day to make return tickets the head is amply enough for him for having a good time frankly useless breaking to search original activities )
And I end by the red card of day: the courts of the School of ski Frenchman (ESF) I have simply hallucin , me who however, as good unworthy mother, lets cry her daughter to go to school or other stopover day nursery, there I was Scotch-taped!
On Sunday morning 9 h 15, except holiday school, except special weekend, 70 3 or 4-year-old kids for occasion named "PiouPiou" (believe me there is only the name which is cute) were gathered on 50 square metres of snow. In single file, muffled up under too big hats hiding eyes, glasses of the sun falling on the snotty-nosed noses, put on for the first time of their short life of ski, they all shouted in a harrowing way "Mamannnnn" , " Papaaaaaaaaa ", " Ouinnnnnnnnnnnn ": in short the plant with stock! A departure for the slaughterhouse would have been really said.
Most parents, too happy to have found a place to drop their offspring, quickly skedaddled to go to ski cushy. Frankly, I will not have been able! And however I am type to tell myself that it is necessary to harden them a bit these small ends, but there wait frankly: they are on holiday, they announce them that the ski it is brilliant and hop they are dropped in the middle of other chouineurs and see you see you later. What made me most worse it is that monitors turned no attention to the children, they took them, raised them to move them as objects, without explaining them whatever it is, being objective to make them make a small 50-centimetre descent every 20 minutes. The rest of time the children stay in rank of onion, shouting, the nasal mucus trickling down with noses, those who fell stayed on the soil 5 good minutes before one do-gooder comes to straighten her "mildly " : but what hushed up madmen down? (I know not I felt like making a small siesta by waiting for my turn). Of course, any tag did not point out the forename of the child, or an in an emergency useless telephone number undoubtedly?
In short, with zhom, nothing to do to be taken for parents pots of glue and to deal with troublemaker by the pseudos monoskiing who knows everything, they remained near our daughter and at the end of 30 minutes, she was taken under the arm and they ran off! 28 euro of doing in air but at least our lifelong daughter with the ski was not made angry. And fake!