Yesterday was a much better day (she says slurping a coffee that is so damn strong I swear it's going to turn me into a man). I thought I would have to come home after meeting at primary school and pass out for a nap to recover from hell night before. Not so though, managed to survive the entire day and even be in quite a pleasant mummy mood in the evening.
The meeting at the primary school was a bit of a fuck off. I taught there once a month for a year. Then, come April of this year, ALL the key teachers (principal, vice and two English teachers) changed, obviously without leaving any form of bloody anything to let new lot know what had been going on.
I'm still going to be teaching there but the two new teachers I am dealing with don't want me to follow the primary school 'English Note' textbook that I used all of last year - as requested by the last lot. Which basically means the 6th years spent 12 lessons with me last year for jack shit. I don't mind not using the textbook, that's fine. But the teachers don't really even want me to use any of the words or vocab that they will be teaching the kids. Can I please just come and sing and play games? This year, instead of just the 5th and 6th years I have to have the 4th years too. Is still only 23 kids all together which is fine but what a 9 year old and what an 11 year old want to do is different. I can probably still get away with singing and being silly buggers with 9 year olds. 11 and 12 years old are starting to get all cool. Ah well, 12 lessons of bingo and fruit basket coming up then.
Also spoke to kindy yesterday. Am to be going there on the 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month. Half an hour with the pre-schoolers and half an hour with the 2 and 3 year olds (Marina and Shou together). I haven't taught my own offspring before so it will be interesting to see how they go. Not teaching so much as singing, dancing, silly buggers and lets try and give the gaijin a wedgie. Fun and games.
We are well and truly into Spring now. The weather has been fabulous. Ryu and I took advantage and went on the big walk loop again yesterday. I am planning on driving the car through the big tunnel and into the main bit of town (as in there is a bank and one traffic light) and then doing our walk from there today. Legs still a bit sore from baby aerobics.
Speaking of which, I forgot to mention that we did about ten minutes of pelvic floor exercises at the baby aerobics on Monday. I was quite unprepared for it. As in, I got quite a shock when the instructor started talking about we women and our holes and how to close them up - her words not mine.
Instructor: "we women have three holes" (gesturing to 3 holes supposedly dangling mid-air in front of her face)
Gaijinwife: "Fuck. Haven't you guys got four? Or is that just a gaijin thing? Really missing out you are" (OK, so I just thought that)
Instructor: " when tightening the pelvic floor muscles you just need to squeeze your bumhole shut"
Gaijinwife: "nnnnnnngggggggggg" (squeezing bumhole shut )
Instructor: " and squeeze.... and release.... and squeeze.... and release..."
Instructor: " now everbody take a ball and sit on it"
Gaijinwife: "you sure?"
Instructor: " don't worry I've got a pump if the air goes down"
Gaijinwife: "awesome (silly slapper), can I just leave it attached to mine then please"
Instructor: "now roll to the right, hold, and squeeze your bumhole shut.... and release, back to the middle and roll to the left, hold, and squeeze..."
Gaijinwife: (lots of concentration involved in this exercise but am trying really hard as sick of slack pelvic floor that is hindering me from having a good laugh for fear of peeing pants)
Judging by the looks on the other mother's faces everyone was trying really hard - bar one woman who was feeding her baby and no doubt has a pelvic floor of steel anyway.
There is so much behind the scenes pregnancy, birth, baby and follow-up stuff we women have to deal with. Husbands out there - if your wife can sit and have a good laugh with you without leaking after pushing a baby, two, three or more out her saloon doors then congratulate her on her stellar efforts in restoring her pelvic floor to the pelvic floor of days gone by when she was foot loose and fancy free, not a care in world - definately not one about saloon doors and pelvic floor muscles anyway.
Right, I best get round to ticking a few more things off my list of chores for today - next on the list is take down the flying fish. One of those things that in reality will only take about fifteen minutes but which you keep putting off and putting off because it seems like such a pain in the arse.
Ooh, and a pic to sign off with...
Isn't she a rock star!