Bent Ohh

or Ben toe...

Whatever you decide to call the bastards, I'm back to making the cunting things!

When I first signed up for the housewife deal, I wasn't sure if I was going to go down the whole bento making, wipe-your-arse-for-you style road, but after trying to make a few bento, I actually didn't mind doing it, my creative flint was sparked and it made me feel less guilty for sitting on my fat arse at home while husband dearest was slogging his guts out for 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.

However... As the months went on, it got colder, and the monster that is my son got progressively worse when it came to sleeping. It actually got so bad at one point that I was waking up at least 10 times a night, if not for him actually waking me up, I would also wake up with the fear and stress that he would wake up any second! Hell. Pure. Fucking. Hell.

So, I pretty much tapered off on the bento making, and as it got really bastard cold, tapered off on getting up altogether and would just give a sleepy kiss and mutter an even sleepier "ganbatte"as Ryota left the warm toasty futon. And I have to say, I felt/feel so fucking bad for him, I know that feeling of utter jealousy and unfairness that comes with having to go to work when some other bastard gets to stay cuddled up in bed. Just before I had Ash, I was working and Ryota wasn't, every morning I would leave the house pissed off because he could sleep and I had to go and teach some little twerps the difference between "bus" and "bath." I just wanted to have a massive tanty and throw a bucket of ice water over him.

So remembering how that felt, and after some clever reverse psychology from Ryota involving him making his own bento and claiming that it was 'fun', I'm back in the genki housewife mode of getting up every morning and making brekky and bento. I also have to add that Ash is sleeping much better, hence me feeling slightly like a normal functioning society member rather than some kind of psycho-bitch zombie. I doubt I'll do it every morning but I should make some kind of effort to justify the fact that I am at this moment snuggled under the kotatsu watching over-dramatic Americans on American Idol while Ash amuses himself with a whisk. Parenting tip 101 right there people!

On a TMI note, just because it's been awhile... Have stopped breast feeding altogether, and as much as I'd like to say that I miss it because of the bonding blah blah blah, I won't bullshit, I'm fucking thrilled!! Having a small human attached to my tit was never that much of a bonding thing for me, more a pain in the arse and an excuse for Ryota to always palm Ash off on to me. The kid was a 12 stepper, wasn't easy but hopefully he won't want to look at any more boobies until he's at least a teenager. The upside of stopping breast feeding: I now have these purty, big, perky boobies. Downside: They hurt like a mother fucker and I know that once they go back to normal, until I get that boob job I've been hankering for, these puppies are going to need a loooottttt of wonderbra action to whip them into shape!

Right, enough titty talk for now, the whisk is losing it's charm...