I’m going to tell you the things that shaped my day yesterday and let you venture a guess as to whether it was good or bad:
- At 2p, I was still in my pajamas. Not just comfy clothes — MY PAJAMAS. And not caring about it.
- I really, really, REALLY wished I was in America.. particularly so I could drive through a coffee shop and get the biggest mocha they served, with extra whip, and not pay an arm and a leg (and an eyeball). Chocolate and coffee — genius, I’m telling you. GENIUS. (I did, however, have a left over Mon Blanc latte from Tully’s, which is the next best thing. My hubby bought it for me the other day, carrying it the whole way home on his scooter.)
- I burst into tears at least 4 times, by my count. (Probably more by Bryan’s.)
- Bryan had to leave the house with Jones. Twice. So I could gather myself into something resembling a human.
- I let Bryan leave to study, but had to call him to come home an hour early.
- After-dinner ‘playtime’ consisted of me laying on the floor in the middle of the play room, blanket over my head and eyes closed, while Jones jumped on top of me and threw blocks around the room.
- I wanted to go home. HOME home. A place where talking isn’t so hard and establishments are familiar and hot apple cider is served and Japanese is NOT spoken. A place with nostalgia and romance. A place free of problems. *sigh* (A place that, frankly, does not exist. Only in the past and future of my mind, which is NO place to live or spend too much time..)
Any guesses? …… ding ding ding!! BAD. DAY.
Today is better. I actually enjoyed my lesson. I’m smiling and, though I’m still in pajama-like clothing, I’ve at least put on blush and some sparkly earrings to make myself feel pretty (and my jean jacket — that’s my recipe for dressing up the black yoga pants and t-shirt outfit). I’m presently on my way out to the veranda, homemade toddy Irish creme latte in my hand, books under my arm, and thoughts in my head. On days like yesterday, I just really want to whisk Jones away to a coffee shop, buy him a cookie and myself a latte (or hot cider) so we can have a moment of silence together. I can do this here, its just not nearly as relaxing because the nearest coffeeshop is in a mall (Starbucks), has no outside windows, and is ALWAYS bustling. (And its already CHRISTMAS in Starbucks! I’m just not ready..) The next best is DOWNTOWN, which is a 15 minute busride, costs money, and is dangerous with a busy toddler who doesn’t like to follow directions OR sit quietly (read “not screaming at the top of his lungs”) in a stroller. Sound like a recipe for a WORSE day? (Could there possibly be such a thing?)
I’m going to try to come up with options for things to do to calm down the day when it turns really bad — things that will relax me while I’m here, on the other side of the world, and not make me wish for home.