Two months is a lifetime.
Over the weekend, the boys and I hit the two-week mark for our Tokyo summer. At the time, we were on vacation in Kyoto. When we returned home to Tokyo, it was time to implement a little structure. For two weeks, I can hang. After that, it's time to get back to normal, even if normal means living in a two-bedroom apartment in Tokyo.
I declared vacation officially over. (Groans from the peanut gallery.) I reminded everyone involved that although it is technically summer vacation, we observe certain rules year round. Here would be no different. (Besides, how can they complain--no piano practice and no religious school all summer regardless.)
I give you the 2012 Tokyo Accord, which is clearly posted on the refrigerator:
1-7 must occur independently. Unwritten rule: do not wake the Nure-onna monster (me) before 6:30. Of course, this only gets us through the mid-morning, but that is the toughest time of day. One day in: so far, so good. I'll take what I can get.
