A Hampster on the Wheel of CDG

Today I had breakfast again, with the same lovely family that is staying in the B and B, Grandmprents and a 5 year old named Margot.  They were lovely people traveling there for a week, I felt bad for them though as this was one of our 2 ugly days on this trip ( weather wise) and it was windy, wet and cold, and they were going to go horseback riding.
Jodi had slept in a bit ( it was her birthday after all), so we were off a built later than I had hoped.  Driving was not so fun, the speed limit in good weather is 80 MPH ( 130 km.hr)  and 68 MPH in rain ( 110 km.hr) all in all that is not a big deal, but the trucks and there are more and more BIG trucks there now, and they have to drive 60 and 80 respectively.  So you are constantly coming up fast on a slow truck, still not a huge deal, but then there are the folks for whom the speed limit is a suggestion and they are not going to let you merge out into traffic to go around that slow trick.  You get the idea.  It was a Doosey, but we made it.  We did though have to move to Plan B as we had to be in Paris between 5 and 6 PM to get into the house and there was no way it was going to happen. Plan B was to drive into Paris , get checked in and then return the car to the airport.  Simple, except I REALLY did not want to drive in Paris.  But we had GPS and I have a awesome cheerleader so that became the plan.  We go to the apartment and as I could not find Giulianes phone number had a moment of panic as she was not there. But after much praying and searching I found it buried in my e-mail.  Note to self,  PAPER!  She came and checked us in with much clucking as we ere so close to 6 and she had somewhere to go, but I let it roll off with the rain, and then we were off to return the car.   WELL, the nav did not really work all that well for returning the car, though I am sure it was just a matter of not knowing how to really work it properly, but we had done this multiple times before and we set off not thinking it was going to be a problem.  Long story short it took over an hour to actually get in the right place to return the car, and that was after many loops around the premises, fiddling with the nav, looking at signs, cursing almost crying, doing a 8 point turn in the bidule of moving traffic..... You get the picture.  I felt like a gerbil on a wheel and ground hogs day all rolled into one.  Finally though we got it done and got on the RER to Paris.  We had dinner plans with friends and that totally fell through so we went back to the house and had dinner at a mediocre Italian place on the corner, Pizza. I was so drained that is even ate cheese pizza with Jodi.  A glass or 2 of wine was necessary to restore equilibrium. Bed was a welcome relief, and at least I knew the apartment so no hurdles there.