No fuckwitt husbands entering this post. Not because he has been being particularly nice and lavishing me with cuddles, kisses, flowers and big fat bits of bling, but because he hasn't been here. Due to arrive home shortly.
I guess he did do a lot this morning, after a short exchange of words...
hub: fuck I'm, sick of getting up at 6.
GW: what are you complaining for, I've been up since 5.
hub: why does everything have to be bloody fair with you all the time (true)
GW: I'm not saying it does just don't expect sympathy from me for having to get up at 6 when I've been up with one, then two and then three of our children before you even get out of bed. We could do one day on one day off?
hub: oooooh OK, and why don't we do I work one day, you work one day too?
GW: piss off.
hub: you're only saying that cause you know you've got it easy.
GW: double fuckin piss off
hub: honestly, at home all day with only one of the kids
GW: right, that's it, physical challenge you prick, you better fuckin run fast cause this fry-pan looks sore.
Just some early morning banter to start the day.
He then washed all the dishes and took the rubbish out. While I was sipping a latte and reading the latest House and Garden Mag. Splutter splutter, wouldn't that be nice.
But seriously, he did do the dishes and take the rubbish out. I think he even managed to say goodbye (to the children) when I left to take them to kindy.
and he has just walked in the door, given me a big hug, thanked me for his waiting dinner and produced a cold vending machine beer from his work jacket pocket.
So for today, minus the above banter, la casa de gaijinwife has been peaceful.
Ryu slept this morning while I sorted out house stuff and the never bloody ending pile of washing. We went and did some shopping, deposited some money so JCB don't ring me up again and went to the produce market for the first watermelon of the year. 800 yen for a big one - no way I'd be pushing that fucker out the saloon doors. I even felt generous enough to give 1/4 of it to Granny K. Through the kindness of my heart and nothing to do with fact that however which way I tried it I couldn't fit the whole thing in the fridge unless I decided to eat two big jars of vegemite and a huge jar of spag sauce in one sitting.
Had some visitors after lunch. An American man and his Japanese wife. They are in Kunimi for a few weeks so he can do some research. Their 7 year old daughter is in one of the primary schools for the next two weeks and I will be interested to see how her Japanese comes along. She can understand everything but chooses not to speak Japanese, even though her mother and father only speak to her in Japanese at home. The dad is an anthropologist and linguistics professor at a University in the states and it was very interesting talking to him about this, that and the other. They might be coming back on Sunday when the kids will be around.
I got a phone call from the university I used to work at - was I available on the 20th for some interpreting at the annual summer review. Considering I haven't done simultaneous interpreting at a thing like that before like um, ever, and also considering that the only thing I would be comfortable in talking about at the moment would be twat husbands and perhaps the kindergarten system and lack of discipline for girls that chomp and boys that punch umm , well I had to graciously decline. I felt bad, but I think I would probably stress for the next two weeks thinking about it, worry that the mic wouldn't fit nicely over my hair, and probably vomit twice a day with the anxiety - which perhaps not totally bad thing as would counteract any bad eating. Translating fine. Interpreting between two people or a person and a small group of people about non business related stuff - fine. Interpreting with a head set in a room of university presidents, deans and professors, half of whom have better Japanese than me and would therefore know when I just missed shit out or fucked up - not cool.
Does anybody do this kind of simultaneous interpreting. I think it's fantastic. I would love to be able to do it but there is a huge difference between being fluent in a language and being able to interpret at that level. Of course the experience would help but never mind.
And that's that. The kids were good for dinner, bath and bed. No major tantrums or mummy meltdowns.
Busy day tomorrow - vets for the cat's summer diseases jab, social welfare centre for Shou's Japanese encephalitis jab and then English.
Hope whatever it was in the water that was turning husbands crazy over the last couple of days has eased off. Enough of that shit already.