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Over the Limit

Eri picks up the boys at the kindergarten bus stop at 14:20, drives them home, gets them their snack, gives them hugs and high fives, and takes off by 14:45 so she can catch the subway downtown for her class. Before that she folds the laundry, takes care of household chores, and even preps dinner for us so that when I get off work at 18:00 I can smoothly and efficiently get the boys fed, bathed, and in bed before they break down. They don't do naps these days so their grumpy meter starts to spike even as they reach hyperactive levels of play in the evening before bath time.

Tonight Eri prepared curry rice for us. Osamu didn't finish his lunch rice, which mama so carefully prepared in the morning, so the leftover was on his dinner menu along with the curry. I asked him why he didn't finish mama's lunch and he gave some excuse about his teacher saying it was okay. I am pretty sure, based on circumstantial evidence, that he was just a lunchtime slow poke and his teacher told him too bad you gotta wrap it up because we're on to the next activity.

He is indeed a mealtime slow poke.

He asked me the other day what a slow poke is. I told him it's a person who is very slow at doing things that shouldn't be slow, like him. He understood.

While the boys ate I was also enjoying my curry rice in the kitchen while trying to multitask; washing dishes as they came in, sipping some wine, cutting kiwis for dessert, getting the bath ready. I loaded my curry onto just a small scoop of rice. I'm trying to to moderate my grain and sugar intake. I can feel it in a bad way when I have too much of those. Rice is great, but I don't need the full bowl at every meal. I guess it must be my age, but stuff like that doesn't metabolize well. It makes me feel like an unbalanced anchor afterward. I like finishing a meal not feeling full.

Kenzo wolfed down his curry rice and his kiwi. I cut a whole kiwi for each of them, making good and sure that their full stomachs would ensure a fast trip to sleepyland later. It did.

Osamu, being the slow poke, took a little more time, but he finished his leftover rice from his lunch box, his curry rice, and his kiwi. While he did that I took the curry ladle and got a few more sloppy mouthfuls straight from the pot, full of pork, potatoes, and carrots. That put me a little over the limit for what I like when it comes to that full stomach feeling, but it was worth it. I should probably eat more anyway.

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