It’s Thursday. I can’t even remember what I did on Monday. What I DO know is, the housework kick I started on last Monday definitely didn’t last much longer than a few days. The house is kind of a mess. It’s not grimy, but there seems to be a lot of clutter hanging around. Why is that? Thinking about it, I think I know why that is. Having had at least one child at home for the past four and a half years, when there is calm, a child is asleep, wrapped up in make-believe world playing, or out with Y, etc., I react in one of two ways.
Firstly, I have a mad dash around the house, tidying up, getting things cleaned and organised and generally whipping the house into a frenzy of domestic bliss.
Secondly, I sit down, bum around, watch t.v., mess around on the internet, and generally waste time.
This week definitely belongs to the second, whereas last week, or at least the start of last week belonged to the first. I’m pretty sure that it has to do with lack of sleep. Sleep is highly underrated, don’t you think? It’s possibly one of the most underrated thing ever. My mother once said, after I was worn out from L being awake most of the night as a newborn, that in times of war, sleep deprivation is a form of torture. This sounds fairly bleak, but I think I should tell you that my mother’s fifth child didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time for two YEARS…I kid you not. I’m surprised she didn’t commit some kind of violent crime during this period. Y has been working later and later, so I have been getting out to the gym later and later, getting to bed by about one or two in the morning, then being ripped out of bed five hours later. I think you can survive this and function semi-normally for a good while, but then it just gets too much. It seems to be taking it’s toll. I thought about taking a nap yesterday. I even left the bed unmade in the morning at the thought of crawling back into it. But once I’m dressed and up, going back to bed just seems like such a waste of time. Stupid really, when instead I end up wasting time on things, instead of sleeping for an hour, getting more energy and being more efficient. Sleeping in the day is just a bit depressing to me, and then there’s the unknown about whether I’ll wake up with a headache or not. Sometimes a nap leaves me quite groggy and heavy headed.
So anyway, back to yesterday. I’d bought one of those bag kits from my local craft shop, thinking that it would eliminate the need to cut out the pieces, and that there’d be lots of diagrams (as there always are in Japan) to help me without me having to rely too much on the language. Imagine my mood when I got it home and found two square pieces of fabric inside, a handle and a zip, then three sheets of paper with a key, all written in kanji ( chinese characters). Rip off. I paid 2000 yen for that damned thing and it’s still not finished. I spent the whole morning yesterday and that wasn’t even the first day. I don’t even remember when I started it, but it’s definitely more trouble than it’s worth. Y can’t even translate it because it’s all in “sewingese”, so he’s telling me the word and I’m checking it in the dictionary to see if I can work it out.
For those not in Japan, the hardest thing about Japanese compared to alphabet languages is that you can’t always pronounce letters. It’s the same in Russian, I know, but there are a lot less characters to learn in Russian than the twenty or thirty thousand kanji that exist. If you find a character, there is no way you can find it out unless you have a basic knowledge of what the pictures symbolise. I find that really frustrating.
So my nap went by the wayside for sewing rage. And rage it was indeed. I left it on the table, and to be honest, I’m not even all that enamoured with the actual bag, but I paid 2000 yen for that thing. I will finish it! I’m pretty sure I messed up an early step, so now the handle will be puckered, but I will be putting pics up when it is finished. That is, if you’re all still around by then…