three hours

That’s how long I can face the Wall of German before my brain shuts down.

8:30 – 9:15: met with the Sniglet’s teacher to talk about his problems at school. Found out that the key problem is that she can’t be bothered to do the job our taxes are paying her to do.

10:00-11:00: met with a lady at city hall to account for every single month we’ve spent in school since we were 17 and where were the kids for the first ten years of their respective lives and while in one country did we pay into the federal retirement social security-thingy for any other country and did DrBob ever work on a boat on the Rhine (yes, that really was on the form)? The German government wants to document all of this, so they can determine how much our pensions should be. Except the law has changed and we won’t get pension money for time spent in school, unless the law changes again so we’d better document it all just in case. Or something.

11:00 – 12:00: spoke with Christine and her daughter (a school psychologist!) about our two children and their respective school situations. Academically, the best thing for both of them would be to get the hell out of Dodge before things get any worse, but of course, financially that’s the worst thing we could do.

It really is an exhausting language, and I’ve spent about four hours immersed in it and my brain is fried. FRIED. And DrBob is all het up about something to do with his Christmas bonus and he’s throwing all this math at me and you know what is not good for a marriage? Shouting, “Oh my GOD, could you stop TALKING already!” So I’m not.

But I kind of want to.

Song du jour of the day: Shut Up, by the Black Eyed Peas.

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