Poo Circus

Saturday is a work day for me, in more ways than the obvious. In May, I started teaching a class for the 3 year olds at the English school my kids go to. It’s only twice a month, but since I’m making the curriculum and supplies as we go along, it is several hours of preparation per class. Especially because I’m mean about giving homework every week.

(^w^)

Nothing hard, just coloring or tracing or something. But if you want to raise bilingual kids, who are literate in both languages, in a monolingual place like Japan, then you’re gonna have to work hard at home. The sooner everyone gets used to that idea, the smoother the journey will be.

So anyway, that’s the obvious workday part of Saturday.

The part that isn’t so obvious to the casual observer is the work involved in getting everyone out of the house by 7:50 am. I do the laundry, lay out clothes, ready backpacks the night before, so it shouldn’t be such an effort. But somehow it is, every week.

HRH either goes jogging or sleeps in. The kids are used to waiting for him for breakfast, so they won’t start before he comes. Breakfast is never anything easy like cereal. (HRH won’t eat it and thinks giving it to the kids would be paramount to child abuse.

For the most part, only sugary cereals are available here, and I like a solid breakfast myself, so it’s something I haven’t argued with.

But it’s not working on Saturdays anymore. Someone invariably doesn’t like something, then spills something else, then gets told that they must eat x, y, and Z OR ELSE after I have already said just x and y is enough.

It’s a freaking circus. Not a classy circus like Cirque de Soleil, but an old school freak show type circus that smells like elephant poo.

The days that HRH don’t come along tend to go more smoothly for some reason. Maybe because there is a very real possibility of someone getting lost in a crowded station on the way if they don’t keep close.

So come Saturday night, I exhale a long sigh of relief.

Getting back into the (paid) workforce is something I’ve been looking forward to, but if every day is gonna turn out like Saturdays are now, then I need to give it more thought.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kym
    Jul 10, 2013 @ 07:02:29

    Hey, even a Cirque de Soleil trapeze artist fell to her death recently, did you hear?! Take it easy! x

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  2. ds
    Jul 11, 2013 @ 18:35:47

    If hub doesn’t like the breakfast you provide, he can either make his own or go hungry. A bit of cereal with milk or some toast and fruit never hurt anyone. It’s far better than a huge bowl of sticky white rice at 700am!

    I see a lot of passive/aggressive behavior in that man. He needs to decide if he wants to be a real father, or just a walking paycheck for his family. Participate fully or disengage fully are both better options that what goes on now. You are getting the worst of both worlds.

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    • hamakkomommy
      Jul 12, 2013 @ 20:26:17

      I don’t mind the not helping, since he isn’t around when the kids are awake anyway. But I could do without the complaining. Maybe the micro managing is his way of making up for not being here…. But it’s a crappy way.

      We have brown rice these days. I got sick of the sticky white stuff for breakfast, too.

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