We have A down, perfect! Done and dusted!
We're almost done with B, although it's a bit of a tricky bastard to be through with.
Dear God let's hope we don't make it to C.
Referring to the dreaded influenza that has plagued my son of course. Ash has been off kindy all this week with the flu, poor little bugger. It has been good practice for me to have to juggle a kid at home and still work though, it fucking blows!
So we've been busy with working, dodging the dreaded flu ourselves and shoving bum bullets up arses and whatnot.
I had a doctor's appointment yesterday and baby boy is healthy and kicking the shit out of me daily.
I'm so boring! Dog fucker hasn't even been annoying me lately, maybe it's the maternal glow that's making me a softy...
Few scats with Ryota, but nothing post-worthy.
Grandma has been very irritable lately, fighting with everyone, we had a tiff about taking Ash outside when he has the flu. I'm not so keen on him spreading his germs to the whole town, but the lovely Spring days we've been having have been too good of an oppourtunity to let pass without getting a bit of fresh air into his phlegm ridden lungs. Of course Grandma told me that I was a terrible mother for this and it would only make him worse. I went anyway, fuck it I know she's old but sometimes I just want to ring her wrinkly neck!
She also had a beef with MIL because she's booked tickets to Thailand for 2 weeks in June, she plans to come back just before my due date, which I really appreciate, but Grandma said she was selfish and that we need all the help we can get, she shouldn't be off being a floozy in Thailand. I felt bad for MIL then, I didn't want her to feel like she can't go on holiday, but then I realised Grandma was kind of right, when I'm about to pop I'm not sure I'll be able to do all the running around I still am now, but we'll manage somehow, I'll just have to suck up to dog-fucker for a bit.
Grandma also gave us random money as a present for buying our house, it was a fair chunk, I think she felt shown up because my parents gave us an extremely generous chunk and she didn't want to look like a tight arse compared to the foreigners. Nobody should feel obliged to give us anything, but all donations were very much appreciated anyway!
I'm hoping all this strange Grandma activity doesn't mean she's going to kick the bucket or anything... I don't have any funeral clothes that will fucking fit me anymore!
Grandma sounds Italian Mob with the congrats money. Did she kiss you on the cheek and whisper something in your ear?
ReplyDeleteCuz that means your dead to her now and the money was the cost of her guilt.
The Yakz copied most everything including the N.Y. mob track suit style ala 1980's.....you should be nice to her ;)
Lucky Japanese people are so against touching, it really would have freaked me out if she'd given me a big, sloppy, toothless kiss!
DeleteIt sounds like things are going really well! Nice one.
ReplyDelete:)
Well, all the sickness seems to be finished (figers crossed) so things are pretty sweet now!
DeleteEveryone here seems to have a thing about fresh air, I was dragged out whenever I had a cold to get fresh air, to clear out the germs or something. Sounds like Grandma has plenty of energy, no need for funeral clothes just yet. And does MIL have a fella in Thailand? I only ask because how amazing if she came home with a Thai toyboy in tow?! Might polish of Grandma though...
ReplyDeleteMe too! My parents always said the germs would multiply if I stayed in a dark room with the same air, I was made to open every window and curtain at the very least!
DeleteMIL is totally looking for a fella in Thailand, I think she's looking anywhere, poor thing. But yeah, a thai Toy boy would DEFINITELY be the end of Grandma, she has a weak heart as it is!
Not to be irreverent, but that last line made me laugh. And then worry.
ReplyDeleteTe fact that I'm so fat I couldn't even squish in to a funeral suit is indeed, very worrying!
DeleteBin bags. Cut out neck and armholes, and tada! Instant funeral clothes at 5 yen a pop.
ReplyDelete(Just make sure nobody lines the bin with your binbag creation...)
Instant funeral attire, I like it! I could accessorise with pearls, I'm sure nobody (except Grandma spinning in her grave) would notice!
DeleteI just spent weeks reading through your entire blog, it's the most entertaining piece of the internet I've come across in a long time! Quite informative too as I study Japanology and have thought about moving to Japan (or trying to anyway) when I graduate.
ReplyDeleteThere's just one danger in reading your blog, though. Your husband reminds me of my boyfriend, who isn't Japanese but as much of a lazy fuck as Ryota seems to be (sorry!). So I find myself thinking "fuck, he does the exact same thing" and it actually pisses me off haha! I used to think I'd never want a Japanese boyfriend/husband, but with the advantage of a spouse visa, I find myself reconsidering (kidding, kidding... I think). He keeps shouting "I'm not fucking moving to Japan!!" at the slightest mention of the country, but I'm thinking he'd fit in just fine ;)
I wish you all the best with your pregnancy and am looking forward to reading more of your blogs!