Recital & Mini-Break

6 May

The recital went without drama – sorry to say. The sensei didn’t even say a word about Marina’s spastic hair do. Tis near mission impossible to get her short hair into a bun and I couldn’t half put it up and then do a low bun cause she needed the top bun so the headpiece for the Japanese ‘bon odori’ inspired dance could go on properly. The sensei didn’t even say a word about the fact that Marina turned up in ‘recital-ready’ tights under her track pants when all the other girls had on practice tights. The sensei didn’t even say a word when we were the last ones to arrive at the 8:15 meeting point. Well not technically. She tried ringing me at 8:11 but I didn’t pick up cause we had just pulled in and saw them all standing there so what was the point. She was about to say a word though so not really sure if this counts.

The girls went through their positions on the stage, put their bags in the tent and then we got walked to a ‘waiting room’ in a hotel over the road. It was evident that sensei thought we would be in like a meeting room with carpet and shit and a place to actually ‘wait’ but really it was like a garage with old gym equipment and broken blinds. Where we waited for 2 more hours doing nothing. She even said we could leave and come back. But it was about 26 degrees and the girls were in full makeup so really it was just an endurance test to make are Marina didn’t dirty her tights or ruin her spastic hair and makeup.

1.5 hours before the recital the sensei took us over and the girls had to sit, in 26 degree heat, in full makeup, and with hoodies on to hide their spastic hair and faces so people wouldn’t see them before they went on’ and watch the Hawaiian dancing and double dutch skipping for a whole fuckin hour. Half an hour before the recital the tents are ready and the girls can get changed and lipstick on etc.

12:30 – recital time. Over in ten minutes.

The sensei handed out some drinks, some tickets for free hot spring entry and told the girls they could go home – she didn’t even insist the makeup get removed. You know I actually think she might be bipolar.

On Monday we headed away for our mini break. Although think mini-break not appropriate use of word if children are with you. Should be more like a ‘leave of absence away from house so your children can be ungrateful, embarrassing, whining individuals you actually think you might stop and leave on the side of the road, or throw out hotel window’ . Not that I ever would but I’d be lying  if I said I hadn’t thought about it more than once.

Unlike when they were babies and you could put them in a pram and they would sleep for two hours while you strolled around peacefully, when they get to this age they are non-stop 24 seven in need of answers, ice-cream, bread to feed the bears, something to do while they wait for half an hour for the bull-dog and monkey show to start, a drink, more ice-cream, whatever that other kid they walked passed has, a different pillow, another drink, fermented beans with their raw egg and rice for breakfast, more ice-cream… …

As a parent I need to forget all that and just remember the complete rapture on their faces as the bull dogs, dressed as Aladin helped a monkey steal a golden lamp which then helped turn the toy poodle back into a princess.

Ya know, THOSE are the memories I need to hold on to.

So I guess the ‘mini-break’ was an expensive success.

Unfortunately after getting back yesterday both Marina and Shou fell off their bikes. Marina twice, ending up with scratches on her legs, thigh and arm. Unfortunately Shou fell down a 1 meter drop off the road and down to grass and concrete drain area beside rice paddies. He had a helmet on but still got a nasty bump, a huge shock, and a very big dent to his fastest cyclist in the world pride.  A good lesson learnt I think – that even though he is very capable on the bike, turning around to see if your friend is still behind you is not conducive to staying in a straight line. Also learnt the value of the helmet and why mum’s a crazy helmet nazi – well, in comparison to his dad.  Due to the bump to his head he is at home today so I can monitor for signs of internal bleeding and doongy eyes.

So far so good.

Now I just need to convince him that internal injury ratios decrease the more you massage your mother’s aching shoulders.

Just as soon as I get this next translation finished.




6 Responses to “Recital & Mini-Break”

  1. Tash May 7, 2014 at 3:52 am #

    Laughing at “doongy eyes” 😀 Poor Shou, hope he’s feeling better. Don’t get at all why you had to wait around for an hour and a half before a 10 minute dance recital, but then I suppose neither do you.

    • gaijinwife May 7, 2014 at 4:22 am #

      More like 4 hours!! insane is what it is. I get that the positioning on stage had to be done by 9am but why the need to arrive in full hair and makeup at 8:15 and then turn round and tell us we can actually leave for two hours and STILL have an hour and a half to get ready!! gahhhhhh.

  2. Ang May 7, 2014 at 8:12 am #

    OMG – just had the exact same mini-break experience over Easter in Auckland. Your description was perfect! Can laugh now it’s over!

    • gaijinwife May 7, 2014 at 11:41 am #

      Isn’t it comforting knowing you aren’t the only one!! Shou back at school tomorrow and I will have a quiet house for the first time in 5 days. Nice.

  3. xanaxjunkee May 7, 2014 at 8:11 pm #

    “Should be more like a ‘leave of absence away from house so your children can be ungrateful, embarrassing, whining individuals you actually think you might stop and leave on the side of the road, or throw out hotel window’ .” – Is totally how I feel anytime I have to take the step-son out. The sad part is when I get the stink eye, I really can’t defend myself by saying he arrived behaving like a wild savage boy. I really had nothing to do with it but really it’s not their business to begin with. I just wish I didn’t feel like sinking into the ground when the ‘behavior’ starts up.

    • gaijinwife May 8, 2014 at 11:40 pm #

      You can guarantee though that his behavior would be even worse if he hadn’t moved in with you. Even more wildly savage. Must be so hard and such a test to your patience 😦 Good luck. xx

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