All the anticipation of the weekend to come, no evening classes so I don't need to do the evening routine sprint (key in front door to lights out and asleep in 29 minutes is my PB) and just a nice pre-holiday glow about the whole day.
Today Amy woke up at 5:10. That means the rest of us were up at 5:10:04. Well except for K as he had left the house before 5:00 to head down to Wakayama for work. Poor guy.... Well except that he spends the majority of the day sleeping on a shinkansen being whizzed around the country at high speed....
So we were in no rush at all getting Meg out the door by 6:40. Positively sauntered through that one and I made blueberry and oatmeal pancakes to boot.
When Amy and I went out to see Meg off she realised the k-truck was gone.
K swears up and down and left and right that he told Amy last night that he wouldn't be here in the morning. Amy screams and wails and hollers otherwise.
Fabulous. After an hour of hysterics and tantrum pulling I decided I'd had enough cajoling and cuddling and pleading and ignoring and reasoning and put Amy in the car and hauled her screaming butt to kinder. We were waayyyyyyy early so thankfully our entrance wasn't witnessed by too many people as Amy managed to lie down and hissyfit in a drain and then half pull my t-shirt off when I manhandled her out of there. Ahhhhh the delights of the passionate 'spirited' child...
So, being that it's only 8am and I am already feeling drained and haggard I went home to commune with nature in the garden- only to be met by neighbour A who was escaping the wrath of her PMSing rebellious 17 year old daughter. I felt sorry for her and listened to her tale of woe but I really didn't need to hear that Amy may still be being a right missy in 12 years time.....
The morning lagged on with the usual drudgery until 12 when I got dressed up in my sombre best and headed yup the hill for a funeral. A letter had been stuck through the postbox that one of the third of the neighbourhood called Nagasaki was no longer with us. I had his name, his age (92) and his time of death but no other information to go on. Pretty sure it was someone I had never met and seeing that he had lived a good innings I was less morbid than usual as I dug out my dark clothes and found the funeral money envelopes and the little funeral money envelope covering cloth.
Started walking up the mountain and realised I was alone.
One representative of each house on the mountain should be traipsing up to pay their last respects with me.
And I count one.
Stuck my head in the window of the last house before the temple, the house of the little girl Meg walks to school with each morning- had the mum seen anyone walking past? Nope. Damn. What about earlier in the day? Nope. Just the bus leaving for the crematorium at 10am.
Trudged home again trying to look nonchalant in my funeral gear and like I was just going for a stroll. Dressed head to toe in black and wearing dress shoes. As you do right?
Checked the information and I was an hour early.
I was hot and tired and sticking to my slacks but couldn't be bushed changing into a t-shirt only to change back again in 40 minutes.
1 oclock came and I headed up the mountain again. This time there were white k-trucks carrying black suited farmers whizzing past and little clusters of black clad, pearl adorned women shuffling up the street as well.
Got to the temple and realised I was drawing a complete blank on the order and way of the water, salt, incense ritual. Noone else was at the reception at the same time so I just bowed, smiled pleasantly (but sadly) handed over my envelope, wrote our name on the register, bowed, smiled and left. It's the thought that counts right?
Got home and got ready for my afternoon classes. Gastro is going around the kinder and I had one single 2 year old at 3:00. Fabulous. No problem, shelved all my activities and we played blocks, dinky cars and stickers. Draining but successful.
Picked up Amy at kinder to race to after school care and pick up Meg before racing to our English circle and Amy had an absolute freak out when she realised I wasn't driving the k-truck. I don't ever drive the truck. I can't drive the truck. This reasoning was entirely lost on Amy who screamed through my entire processing of the application for child allowance. I guess she is too young to realise it's the same window that deals with child abuse and putting your kids in a children's home....
Got through the circle with Amy still mightily miffed with me (though thankfully quietly miffed) and Meg hyper energetic and running an alternative class in the corner of the room doing card games with the littlest kids. Oh well, at least it was in English...
By the time I got home to find that I had set the rice cooker but not pressed the on switch I was about ready to give up on the day and just go to bed.
But we got through it, with much thanks to coffee and amazing (and impeccably timed) Lindor ball chocolates neighbour Y had given me as I got out of the car.
And the weekend can only get better, tight?