Am watching one of those programs with great/sad/unbelievable takes from around the world. Some of them are just a plea for complete baka-ness (idiots) but others are so funny or just that, 'unbareeeeebaburu'.
Today, after meeting hub for lunch (who was at work all day), Ryu and I went to the supermarket and amongst out shop was this...
It was half price ice-cream day and this just stood out for some reason. I didn't even notice the name when I brought it, but for those of you who think you might like some coffee flavored almond crunch chocolate goodness then I definitely recommend this. It is just gooooooooogeous darling.
I have been doing the cycle - 10km the first day, 20km yesterday and 10km today. I don't know if it's working yet. Early days. But I definately feel a lot better for the exercise. It was also good to re-discover yesterday that I can do 45 minutes of solid cardio exercise. I figure I just stick to it and surely it's got to shave something off those thunder thighs cause christ god lord and fuck me sideways they were sore as after yesterdays efforts. Not so bad today but.
Granny K informed me today that policeman brother in law is coming over tomorrow - to pray at the family grave for the 19th (I thought was 20th) year anniversary of their father's death. 19 (or 20 for that matter) isn't an 'important' year in the scheme of houjis (anniversary ceremonies). However this year is also the 33rd (not quite sure on this) of hub's grandmothers death and 50th of his sister's death and both of these numbers are important so come April there will be an anniversary ceremony - a joint one I think. 50 years is the last time you hold an official ceremony. I'm not sure how Granny K will be. When we were talking about it the other day we were both a bit teary eyed. Her daughter was the same age as Ryu is now when she died. I guess I just do what ever it is I am expected to do - minus of course the putting up with ten old men smoking in the house. I don't care if it's a houji I'm not putting my foot up about that. Presuming of course you can put your 'foot up' at all.
So, I cleaned the alter room before - vacuumed and dusted. Brother in law will be doing the prayer thing there and the family grave. Hub and Shou are going to clean it in the morning. Cut the grass and wipe down the gravestones. I'm not sure if sister in law is coming too - I would imagine so. I don't feel like the house needs to be in complete order but would be nice to have some clean cups on the table and some coffee in the pot.
Booked the hotel for girls night out in fukuoka. Has nice onesen and double beds in each single room - so yay. I will be able to have a bath and just worry about getting self clean, and sleep starfished in a big bed without having to worry about pushing hub off or getting up in the night - presuming of course Ryu isn't with me. I had an 'I can't leave my baby' moment this afternoon. Bit my tongue though and hub still thinks he has all three of them for 48 hours.
What to do, what to do. Some moments I think taking him would be fine, but then I think about wanting to soak in an onsen or go to an izakeya for dinner and I think so not compatible with baby in toe. Went out in Beppu when European Stylist was here but Ryu was only a few months old then and hardly as demanding as he is now. I think, in my heart of hearts, he would be OK but what if he packs a spaz and my one night for ever is spent rocking him either in a packed izakeya or in my room while the girls are out. Tis silly really. Am going with four other mothers. If you're going to go out with anybody with a baby is best group of companions really. But still.
Arrhhhh, what to do, what to do.
leave him. You know you can do it. Leave him with his daddy and his granny. It won't kill him. They will be fine. Tired and maybe stressed but fine.
I know this.
What is this damn mother instinct to protect our young. Hub is a very good daddy and Granny K is getting a lot of it right now so what am I worried about?
Perhaps I would have been better back in the cave man days when there were now choices. Stay in the cave, feed the young and protect while the men were out spearing buffelo or whatever. God knows the extra padding I have now wouldn't have been questioned back then. I imagine the skinny chicks got looked over when the men were picking their mates. Built for comfort not for speed my love.
Happy Saturday night to you all.