Sulking to Sleep🛌

In winter, the futon gradually warms my skin, but it's a little itchy, and I resent that there is no moisturizer within reach.

Whining that it's cold, my youngest child crawls into the futon. They are hanging around in their underwear after taking off their gym clothes. Truly, boys are mysterious creatures.

I want to be a cat.

I want to be a cat that stretches lazily and sleeps in search of warm places.

I want to be a being that is loved just for sleeping.

While wishing for that, I spend my time in the futon until the child's gym clothes are finished washing.

I heard at work that the client I snapped at slightly the other day offered an apology. I thought I couldn't stand it if the same thing happened again, so I suppose it's good, but I feel somewhat uncomfortable. I worry if I'm being thought of as a troublemaker.

All of this is the fault of the winter cold.

I don't think I could ever say, 'Anytime is fine,' in my life.

There are times when I don't want to see anyone, I want to be alone periodically, and I throw tantrums like a child saying I don't want to do work that I can't do perfectly.

Drawing that line is difficult.

I need to protect myself, and my employer probably wants me to do as much work as possible for the same salary, so it's natural that discrepancies arise there.

I'm hurt enough to think that if I were to be reborn, I'd definitely want to be a cat in a wealthy household.

While becoming a cat or an oarfish, I will rely on Azuki no Chikara again this year.

I work pretty hard, you know, so couldn't you treat me a little better??

Hmph.

Goodnight-mince.