I don’t get out much. I think you already knew that. There are the almost daily trips to the grocery store, taking the the kids to school and activities, Costco once a week, but most weeks I only leave the neighborhood for English school on Saturday.
How did my world get so small??
If things go really smoothly in the morning and the weather is nice, sometimes I ride my bike the twenty minutes down to the outlet mall and window shop for an hour or so. But even then I get back by lunch.
Today I’m actually leaving the neighborhood, on the train, to have lunch with a friend. It’s been at least two weeks since I’ve gone anywhere, and this morning I remembered why: it’s nothing less than a Herculean task to get my crap together enough to afford going out for more than an hour or so.
When it was something for the kids, like a playdate or play group, then I did it more often. Of course they didn’t have swimming lessons back then that kept us out of the house during the critical pre-dinner hours, nor was there homework to be done, or a new school day to prepare for. Evenings now are just as harried and hard as mornings.
Knowing I’ve got THAT mess waiting for me, and with no one else to benefit, I find myself not going out much at all.
This morning, in order for things to go smoothly, I needed to get up at 5:30. Which I managed to do, with, I’m sure, some assistance from the Heavenly Hosts above. I snuck out of bed from beside a cherubic, sleeping child. I slid the fusuma door open, ever so gently, and tiptoed from the warm tatami room onto the sharp cold of the wood floor in the next room. The shock of the chill made me draw in my breath. I slid one still-sleepy foot into the waiting warmth of the worn-in slippers I’d taken off just before bed the night before. I shifted my weight to the other foot, and then
Perhaps I should see if anyone in the military establishment would like to examine my daughter for tips on preventing the enemy from escaping.
I ended up back under the down kakebuton for several more minutes that should have been spent otherwise occupied, but it was useless. Me Too was wide awake, a full hour earlier than she should have been.
But somehow everything got done, more or less, and I spent a very nice noontide with the gals, as my grandma used to say.
Perhaps I should make the effort more often.