Hub is out at a dinner and drink yourself legless thing with his boss, who has been promising for yonks that he would take him out. Not too impressed it happened on a night I have noone here to pass a wet baby to from the bath but nevermind.
I said to hub this morning how nice it was for him to be going out for dinner without having to worry about kid shit. He said I was more than welcome to go out for lunch with Chiemi tomorrow - in fact why didn't we go to the same yakiniku place. Awesome. For lunch. Home to dinner and bathing the kids on a hangover. Bugger off. I want me a night - and not one of these half ass after Ryu and Marina have gone to bed already deals. No, no. I want a real night. Leaving the house at six kind of thing. I guess I can't really expect this until Ryu isn't needing feeds during the night - although there is no law saying a father can't get up and make a bottle of milk in the middle of the night.
Ryu and Marina are now asleep and Shou has ten minutes left of telly and then that's him too. Lightening McQueen for the zillionth time.
It is lashing rain and has been most of the day, hence the dryer is whirling away.
This week, while Granny K was in hospital, I thought I would sort out her room and give it a spring clean. I had a good look and realised that cleaning up too much would just mean she would want to surround her self with more crap. I have therefore decided to stick only to cleaning the surfaces and doing the kitchen.
I cleaned under the sink this morning. Took everything out, marvelled at ten year old umeshu and ume miso, and scrubed the whole cupboard. Found a couple of cockroach traps which really would seem to be the least of her worries. Me thinks she needs an electric fence to keep out the wild pigs.
One of the two cupboard doors was faaaahucked and no amount of fiddling with the screws and hinges would fix it so I just took them off and put up a rail and curtain. Means she has more space. The said cupboard door couldn't even open half way cause she has a shit ass big microwave stand beside it.
The stove top and fifteen cm beside the stove that is cramed full of every utensil known to man - or vestling at least - thirty pairs of disposable chopsticks - an array of undisclosed objects, and her false teeth jar and toothbrush - will be sorted out tomorrow. Painful. And she is probably going to tell me off anyway for throwing out shit. Although, I haven't thrown out anything that hasn't been complete rubbish. I doubt she even remembers leaving the two half eaten mikan and the red pepper on the stove top - hub tried to pick it up this morning and his fingers just sunk into gross pepper goo.
Anyway, if I get it sorted and it looks any better at all I will post a before and after shot tomorrow.