Am really over this shit. I just about cried when I found out he hadn't been moved out of the tax office. 8 years in the same office is very rare and this better be his last year or heads will roll come next April. I want compensation in the form of him being moved to the social welfare or education departments. Still some overtime but seriously in Japan even the tea lady does overtime. The tax department is just taking the piss.
On Monday night hub got home late. Last week I asked him to please circle every day on the calendar that he expected to be late. He has amazing foresight for a man. He can predict that he will be late every day until August. He hadn't circled Monday though so come Monday I am expecting him home at least in time to help get Shou to bed. Didn't happen though and so yesterday I ask if he will be home early tonight seeing as he was late last night. The bloody man bit my head off.
Hub: Christ woman, of course not. Look. See. Tuesday is circled on the calendar.
GW: I noticed, I just thought perhaps yesterday's overtime was instead of today's.
Hub: (looking very confused - as if trying to do a sadoku that has no starting numbers)
GW: Well see, Moooooooooonday. No circle but you worked late. Tuuuuuuuuuesday. Circle.
Hub: I only circled the days I have Union Meetings.
GW: So? Every day that you haven't circled?
Hub: I'll be late probably, except Thursday's when I come home early because I have to.
GW: Because I work darling... How long is this shit going to last?
Hub: Until August.
GW: In April you said June, in May you said July and now it's August?
There was then a few words exchanged about pachinko which fucked him off but I told him to pull his head in cause it was his fault I got all worked up and pissed off, while doing the kid thing on my own again, thinking that he could be at pachinko, and if not then he is at his desk at work with a coffee and perhaps the banter of the other ADULTS staying late. Wow! Adult conversation between the hours of five and eight is something I have given up on.
I do feel sorry for the man - putting up with my shit but honestly? He thinks he is sooooo hard done by having to work late. Men out there - working is hard, it takes concentration, uses up some of those man cells. Most of us women have been there and done that. We know what working late means, the stress and all. Most of you however do not know what it is like dealing with small children NIGHT AFTER NIGHT after bloody night. I am sick of being called a dickhead and told to shut up by my three year old. I am sick of my two year old trying to coax her three year old brother to jump on the sofa, the chairs, the table, the bed, and my flummy. I am sick of the one year old grizzling and packing a sad because the fact that I only have two hands and two legs means it is logistically impossible to feed and help feed three children at EXACTLY the same time.
Sigh, just one of those days I guess aye.
So, packed with angst from a husband that is going to be working late until August I got on line and booked all our tickets home - TWO WEEKS. I then texted hub to say that tickets were booked and his maximum of ten days off work has turned into 15 days. Suck it up man. Tis my payback for having to suck up the overtime.
Korean air - 500,000 yen for five of us with the kids being 75% and Ryu 10% of the adult tickets. 18 hours to get to NZ and 27 hours to get back. Three nights in Auckland before flying direct to Dunedin which is at the other end of the country and takes longer than flying to Korea from Japan. Those domestic tickets - $100 each and Ryu is free of course. Crazy cheap.
We arrive in Dunedin at 9am. My sister, her hub and three kids and my brother arrive at half nine and at 10 we pick up the mini van to fit
- five adults
- three nearly teenage girls
- two small people
- one baby
- two carseats and a booster seat
- one pushchair
- five suitcases
- kitchen sink
- case of vino
- barrel of gin
I am in the process of getting the van sorted but once that is sorted the only thing left to organize is the motel in Auckland and Napier for our week there after the big family reunion.
Shit. I guess it's actually quite a blessing hub has all this overtime.
We'll need it.
I've just put the whole trip on his credit card