The Eldest had her second swim meet of the year; yeah, big deal--BUT she got to go sans parental units. This was a big deal and a show of trust worthy independence. Of course she did well, it helped to have BondGirl (who also participated in this away meet) along for companionship and partner-in-crime (every girl needs at least one through each phase of her life).
At 04:40hr I got Eldest up for hair braiding--her head looked as if a squirrel nested in it--while eating a partial breakfast (I packed the other half of breakfast as apart of her four snacks and lunch). 05:00hr woke up the CrazyOne put pants and sweater on her--and remembering to put pants on myself--we were out the door. Nervous yet enthusiastic comments and giggles were made through the short trip to loading sight at PSD, Of course we were on the wrong side of the building along with all the other families when the buses began to arrive, but that only added to BondGirl and Eldest's thrill of adventure.
Once aboard the bus, those of us left behind were quickly forgotten and the buses sped off before any party could be bothered about it. The meet was held at Yokota Air Force Base, so it was a long three hours drive up for the kids. I wanted to drive up there (only two hours in a car) on Friday, stay in one of their really nice hotel rooms on base (they almost always have space unlike the Navy--what's up with that? Frickin' Uncle Sam's baby...), but the best ideas and plans don't always get a chance. One, StudMan wasn't around to help run interference with the CrazyOne (meets run about 5-6hr and I wasn't too thrilled of doing another one with just me in a place that we are not really familiar with besides their PX), two, I didn't get around to finding someone to feed and walk SuicideGirl for the two days we would have been gone. Oh well, this gave the opportunity for Eldest to strut her nearly 10yr stuff and enjoy life without family.
Once we parted ways, CrazyOne and I went back home, had a little breakfast, while I took out the trash, and promptly went back to bed. Crazy lucked out and got to sleep in Mommy's bed (sorry StudMan, the Unfortunates do refer to the bed as mine not ours or yours); Mommy NEVER shares the bed when Daddy's gone. I like having all the pillows and entire bed to myself when StudMan's gone; it's the only time I can actually have more than 1/3 of bed to myself (yes, I am calling you a bed hog StudMan). After sleeping for three more hours me and the CrazyOne beat feet and took ourselves out on the town. With such a poor economy on all sides of the pond, we hit up the 100 Yen store--Daiso, across the street from Diae Mall and Shiori (Keikyu line) Station. While wondering our way out of the store we stopped to gaze once again at the poster for the Nutcracker ballet, that will be performed by the Matsuyama Ballet. It is there 60th anniversary, and they are coming here to Yokosuka. 20 min and 21000 yen later, we hustled home with tickets for myself and the Unfortunates.
CrazyOne is beside herself and it looks like SailorMan is man enough to join us--so I guess I had better keep my ogling in check when the male dancers hit the stage (I love the fit human body in action and I am quite appreciative of the male variety.) Since he is game for it, I am just waiting for word on whether or not he will have duty then; once I have that info, I can get his ticket or not. His ticket, you ask? Yes, while over here, unless the service member has a real bonafide shore tour--not shore tour with sea duty--you plan life as if they are not there, but try to keep the opportunity open should they become available to you. I know... but it is a way of life here and you adapt to it or it will drive you and the service member insane and bitter with the constant let downs and misunderstandings. Life's hard enough, why add too it? So, we are reveling in the fact that we are going, and we have an extra spark to the excitement that StudMan could be joining us. Yippy!!!
17:20hr we get back to base, and drive by to see if the Eldest and the swimteam were back--they were slotted to be back within that hour or not too far after it. They weren't, so we had dinner and waited, and waited, and waited. Drove back to the parking lot played DS games and read more of with my Sony E-Reader. They didn't get back till 20:30hr. We all were beat, and looked forward to just being home and getting in bed--bed, look at me, sitting up 2am Sunday morning typing.
Anyway, thus faired our day, each one of us happy and fulfilled.
What more could you ask for?
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