This is shaping up to be a strange day.

Me First still has a fever and can’t go to school. He has little, red spots all around his mouth and nose, which may be impetigo or hand, foot, and mouth disease. Apparently, it’s too soon to tell.

This morning, I got both kids ready and out of the house. Me First was engrossed in watching a teeny crab that had wandered onto the sidewalk. We see them occasionally, poor little creatures who have been blown off course from their ocean homes, into the brackish river that flows nearby.

It’s about 100 meters, if that, to Me Too’s preschool from our apartment. I left Me First outside with his crustacean friend, and sauntered off hand in hand with Little Sister.

I heard a strange rumbling sound and felt a little dizzy, but didn’t think anything of it. When we rounded the corner, though, the preschool was eerily quiet.

We passed through the gate and saw the children crouched on the ground, each class holding hands to form a circle. I knew what that meant, earthquake. And had a moment of panic. Do I take the time to leave Me Too here, or clutch her up and run home?

By this point the shaking had stopped. So it wasn’t The Big One. This time.

I escorted Me Too to her teacher, then ran home. Brother was sitting on the bench, crying.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Were you scared?”

He gave me a kind of blank look, like he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“I didn’t mean to!” he wailed.

Now we were both confused. After some prodding, he said he’d accidentally torn one of the tiny crab’s legs off. Now crabby was hiding between the planks of the bench and wouldn’t come out.

He hadn’t even noticed any earthquake.

But I still felt awful. I’d become complacent; I’d let my guard down. Sure, it was okay this time. But I should have known better.

Me First is eight. He’s in third grade. He can be a total pain in the ass when I drag him to the grocery store or some other place he doesn’t want to go, and it’s so tempting just to leave him at home. I can be there and back in ten minutes. The Japanese moms all do it.

But Me First would have no idea what to do if something happened. He can’t even remember my phone number (dang ten digit cell phone number!)

So for the time being, I guess I have to keep dragging him places.

Other highlights of today thus far include getting caught in a downpour, Me First breaking out in a mysterious rash all over, and a really crappy My Little Pony movie.

Maybe it will get better from here on in.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gaijinwife
    Sep 05, 2013 @ 10:21:10

    A medium shake up to remind you I guess. Glad it wasn’t bigger and that Me First didn’t even notice it. The weather and shaking lately kind of makes you want to go out and stock up on water and crackers… hope the rash goes away soon. xxx


    • hamakkomommy
      Sep 05, 2013 @ 10:57:49

      Rash or no rash he was fever free this morning, so I sent him to school. Finally have both kids off for a few hours! The house looks like a tornado went through it, keeping with the bad weather theme, I guess. I really don’t want to deal with it, though. Just want to wash my hair and have some coffee, then catch up with my stories. Let somebody else be mom for a while.


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