13th April – A Day in My Busy Life

So it turns out the last post is no longer the last post!

I was inspired the other day and typed out the post below on facebook a few days ago. On 13th April to be exact. I never have time to edit my work so if there are any grammatical or spelling errors, pardon me.

My diary today:

7:05 – 7:40 – Struggle to wake up. Snooze the alarm multiple times. Finally manage to get out of bed when I realize that I’m going be late for my part time job and Jeremy is going to be late for school too.

7:40 – 8:30 – Wash. Brush. Rush. Pack bags. Quick breakfast. Pile dishes in the sink. Convince Jeremy that the car is better because we have already missed the bus.

8:30 – 9:00 – Leave Jeremy to walk himself to class. Rush to work. Turn phone to vibration mode for any emergency calls from the kindergarten.

9:00 -13:00 – Work is done. Starving. But I need to get to the Ishikawa Driving Center before reception closes at 14:00 and that is a 45 minute drive.

13:00 – 13:45 – Eat lunch in the car, making the most of the several traffic light stops along route 8. Enjoy the sunshine, sandwich, onigiri and caramel latte. Pull on the straw until the last drop is out. Realize I forgot to get a spoon from then convenice store for my dessert. Pull out the straw and try to use it on the pudding. It’s not working. Give up and turn up the volume on the CD, singing along to Regina Spekter’s “Better”. Remember Alicia, the protagonist in The Good Wife. Wish I could be like her: beautiful, strong, resilient. Still looking great at 45+. Having a great romance. Glance at dashboard, I can make it with 10 minutes to spare.

13:45 – 14:00 – Reception. Give up old card. Have my photo taken for new one. Go the room where the 2 hour mandatory lecture will be given. Get a seat near the center of the room and finally, take a breath.

14:00 – 14:10 – Check phone for any emergency messages. No important school emails at the moment. Some friends asking on WhatsApp if “I’m thaaat busy.” No time to reply as the retired police officer (I assume) begins his lecture in rapid Japanese.

14:10 – 14: 15:10 – Lecture continues in rapid Japanese. We watch a video on the important things to pay attention to to ensure safe driving. We get a 10 minute break. Bathroom. Get a giant can of Calpis from the vending machines downstairs.

15:20 – 16:10 – He asks us if we want to watch a drama on road safety or a dashboard video collage of accidents. 4 people vote for the crash videos, the rest of us who are about 15 or so choose the drama. It is basically a brief Japanese version of Manchester by the Sea, where a guy who has never ignored a stop sign but the one time he does, he knocks over a biker. His life then collapses.. quits work, is losing his family and a lot of sadness ensues.

16:10 – 16: 20 Our names are called out and I finally get my renewed license, for another 3 years, until 2020. I immediately rush to my car and Instagram it. It accidentally goes to “My Story”. I spend almost 10 minutes trying to delete it so it can just appear in my normal timeline instead. I have never joined Snapchat and I am not about to join the going-live and My-story bandwagon.

16:20 – 17:20 Realize I am going to be late for Jeremy’s 5pm pick up. Stop at a convenience store to ask for a dessert spoon anyway. Hey, I have to feed myself if I am to take care of my son properly. The dessert has melted a little in the afternoon sun but it still good to go, especially during the traffic stops on the 45 minute. I am now listening to some hip hop and singing along to ♫ “it’s been a looooong time without you my friend, oh I will tell you about it when I see you again.”♫ I think of my friends back in Kenya, I miss them. The afternoon sun is shining. The sakura trees are blossoming. The spotless country is looking even shinier today. As I turn the corner to the kindergarten, Nelly Furtado’s (feat Timbaland) Promiscuous Girl is on. ♫ “I can see you with my t-shirt on, he says. I can see you with nothing on, she replies.” ♫ Now I’m thinking back on the GQ article I read about Nelly’s hiatus and subsequent comeback. She wrote one of the songs near Mombasa –http://www.gq.com/story/nelly-furtado-the-ride. I think about how when I finish this PhD, I will go to Zanzibar and soak in the sun for a month. As I arrive at the nursery, I turn down the volume in the car, I don’t think kids should have to even catch a glimpse of the lyrics to the Promiscuous song. They wouldn’t understand it I know, but it is the principle of the thing.

17:30 – 18: 30 – Jeremy wants to go the community center (児童館) to play with the other kids. I distract him with his latest obsession, the very hungry caterpillar, Japanese version. (はらぺこのアオムシ). Before he realizes it, we are home. Where I am confronted with dishes from the previous night, and a very hungry pair of tummies – me and J. I quickly prepare Japanese beef curry and do the dishes as it simmers.

18:30 – 20: 00 – Dinner. Feel inspired to type out this post. After this, it will be shower & bedtime story for J. Hopefully, he will be asleep by 21:00

21:00 – 23:00 – I will finally have time to check all social media messages I received during the day. Might check and reply to some emails too. Maybe I will write a paragraph for my next paper. I should probably read some chapters of the XML textbook I got from the library. Maybe study a little Japanese. Plan for tomorrow, get everything ready.. Or screw everything and just watch two episodes of The 100, which has a lot of fake science but lots of female lead characters. The writing has gotten better too, I am now in Season 3.

00:00 Hopefully, I will be asleep by then. Dreaming that I have bought a BMW, like that previous dream. Otherwise if I am still struggling with sleep, then I’ll be a zombie tomorrow because my day is likely to start with the alarm going off at 7:05, after which a struggle to get out of bed will surely ensue.

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