Sunday

Yesterday, I spent the entire afternoon writing our trip itinerary. This is the very first time we have ever been so precise with our trip planning. It feels strange. I don’t like to travel like this, to know which train to take, to know precisely how much the admission fees will be and where we’ll eat dinner. But four kids and only four days to see three cities requires organization and foresight. After all the work I have been doing to prepare for the trip combined with the housework and homework work I have put in during the last two…

Wednesday

Today is the halfway mark of my summer vacation and the kids are driving me bananas. I made the mistake of not waking them up at 6 and everyone is completely off-kilter now. One of the hardest parts of raising kids in a second language is helping them with their homework. Language arts and word problems are the worst. Think about how hard it is to do algebra and geometry in your first language. Now trying doing it hanging upside down from a set of rusty monkey bars. Barrels of fun. Lately I have felt frustrated by long distance friendships….

Saturday

I saw this comic and was thinking about my own work-life balance and how I would illustrate my days. It would take a lot of ink. The following list of things is from Thursday, which was a normal day, selected only because I wrote everything down after reading the aforementioned comic: 4:00 am- Get up to write and drink coffee. Spend most of your time responding to emails/texts and work a little on the new short story about the girl and the tanuki in the woods. 6:00 am- Start the laundry because your eldest son neglected to put his stinky…

Saturday & Sunday

It was pouring rain all day. Afterward, the wet streets were filled with the sharp scent of green plants and curry. I wear a bandage over my tattoo now. I am careful not to let anyone from my work see it, the simple star I got at 18 with my then-already-waning best friend. I am equally careful not to let my kids see the bandage, since they think of the star as a part of me. A strange line I walk. I don’t regret the star, exactly, but I wish I had gotten something less connected to another and more…