A working mom of 5, I tried living for 24 hours with gyaru nails

Hey, you there, ma'am.

Actually, at this point, it doesn't even have to be a ma'am. You there, ma'am, sir, lord, lady?
Will you listen to me?

I ordered some press-on nails online.
I mean, I'm raising five kids, from an elementary schooler down to a two-year-old, you know?
I wanted short, oval ones that wouldn't get in the way, but were still cute and made me feel excited every time I looked at my hands...

The photos online looked great, so I ordered them right away.

They arrived quickly.
But, you know... huh? Wait, something's... off...?
Thinking that, I just set them aside for a while.

And then, I got an idea, and yesterday I finally put them on.

This is them.

Yeah...
...Wait, seriously, somehow...

Aren't they twice as long as I thought they'd be?

Yeah. They're long, aren't they? Hahaha, hilarious.
So this is what they call short nails? Huh?
Don't make me laugh.

Especially the thumb.
Look at this. It's a weapon.

───But still.
I bought them after all...
I wanted to wear them...
Deep down, I'm still a gyaru at heart...

So, it would be a shame to just let this go to waste.
I decided to give it a try.

Working mom, 24-hour life with gyaru nails~!

I put them on at 10:00 PM on Tuesday, May 13th.
From there, I'll be living with these nails for 24 hours!

Here's a little bit about me!

Wednesday, May 14th, 6:30 AM, woke up.

My early-rising eldest daughter looked at me with a shocked expression and said,
"Mom, what is that?! Nails?! So sharp!!"
Sorry about that, first thing in the morning. It's just for today.

First hurdle: Opening the Yakult

Five bottles of Yakult disappear every morning.
(By the way, since the real Yakult is expensive, we teach our kids that Pilkul equals Yakult in our house)

The four older ones drink it on their own, but the third son, as usual, gave me a cute request: "Open it for me~"

It's here already... the first wall...

The grip area is too small, and the long nails are in the way, so I can't put any force into it.
I'm in trouble.
But it would be frustrating to have to ask my eldest daughter or mother-in-law to "open it for me"...

In the end, I used my mouth to pop it open.
I thought they might have seen Mom with a crazy look on her face, but luckily everyone was too absorbed in YouTube.

I knew you were the only partner for me. (Puts an arm around YouTube)

Second hurdle: Makeup

Please don't mind the quirky way I say things.

As for makeup, someone always goes rummaging through my pouch and gets in the way, so I always do it standing up in the living room. In the morning, I basically never sit down.
Housewives don't have time for that.

If I have a puff and a brush, makeup is mostly no problem.
I usually use the pad of my finger to spread the eyeshadow that's almost dried out from overuse, but the nails are in the way, so I can't use my fingers. I'll manage with the brush.
With makeup that turned out 20% more intense than usual because of the unfamiliar brush, I rushed to get ready.

Gate 3: Putting on earrings

Even when I just have short nails, I usually struggle with these earring backs.
Based on experience, I was prepared for that, so this time, I'm doing things differently.

By using chain earrings, I made sure that once I take the earring backs off, they won't roll away somewhere!!! (Ta-da!)

However, even though I managed to get the earrings through my ears, when I tried to put the backs on, my nails got in the way, and I couldn't see anything even when looking in the mirror.
Shiimo-senshu, another painful loss of time here.

Gate 4: Filling out the daycare contact book

Every morning, I fill out the contact book with the day's body temperature, pickup time, and who is picking them up.
It's a big help that the content to be filled out has been greatly simplified since they entered the 2-year-old class.
I can hold the pen without any problems even with long nails.
I even have the luxury of admiring them, thinking, 'My nails really are cute~'.

Gate 5: Breakfast (my own)

My mother-in-law, who came to help for a few days, already made breakfast for the kids (Mom, this is no time to be struggling with nails), so I prepared my own breakfast before heading to work.

'What's this? Cute yogurt. Why don't you eat this in the morning? Your skin hasn't been looking great lately... I'll buy it for you~'
This isn't something I said, but my husband's kind consideration while we were shopping the other day.

I told my mother-in-law, 'The packaging is cute, right? Please eat it,' while preparing the yogurt and cheese toast for the adults.
At this moment, the ketchup was unexpectedly unopened, leading to a repeat of the Pilkul incident. Shiimo, further loss of time.

Gate 6: Time to go to daycare & work

Since their favorite grandma (my mother-in-law) was there, well, I knew it would happen, but
'We're staying home today!!!' said my eldest daughter, second daughter, and the twins.

'Oh, yeah... well, you know... huh? Is that so? Yeah, well, yeah... Mom (referring to my mother-in-law)... is that okay?'
My mother-in-law just smiled and said, 'It's fine,' even with such an unreasonable request from a daughter-in-law with ridiculously long nails.
She's been like that for a long time, but she really is as kind as a Buddha. I love her.

So, since I couldn't leave the third son behind, I headed to daycare with just him. Here came the biggest challenge of the day.

Gate 7: Putting on tiny socks

I have to put socks on my tiny third son's little feet, but...
because the socks are so tiny and my nails are so long, I focused harder than at any other point that day to make sure I didn't scratch his cute feet.

Fortunately, once I got them halfway on, he was able to pull them the rest of the way on himself. Good job, third son!!!!

Gate 8: Work

I know it's rich coming from someone with nails like these, but I am a teacher, after all.
I do my job properly.
But, as you can probably imagine...

It is incredibly difficult to type.
My typing speed is one-hundredth of what it usually is. Or rather, I'm making constant typos.
I've never been more grateful for the backspace key than I was today. Thank you, Backspace (abbreviated).

Naturally, I didn't take photos of my own clumsy behavior while working, so please forgive me.

Gate 9: Bento

I forgot to make a bento, so I got one from a nearby bento shop.
I cleared the hurdle of using chopsticks without any issues.
Thinking, 'Well, these nails are cute after all,' I gazed at them, and both my heart and stomach were restored.

Gate 10: Retying shoelaces

One of the biggest struggles of the day, competing for first or second place, was when my shoelaces suddenly came untied.
I like chunky sneakers, but the downside is that the laces come undone easily.
So I always double-knot them to keep them from coming loose, but the process of getting them double-knotted was...
too long...

After that, I had my nails teased by students who said they looked like a 'witch's,' and while I was using my nails to desperately calculate on a calculator, a gyaru student corrected me, saying, 'Aren't those numbers wrong?' but I somehow managed to finish and head home.
(Was it really 'somehow managed'???)

My coworkers are used to me wearing outrageous outfits, so they didn't say a word. (What's up with that, too?)

Gate 11: Bathing 5 kids

When I got home, while my mother-in-law was preparing dinner, it was time for the kids to take turns in the bath.
I used the pads of my fingers to wash them carefully.
Honestly, I wanted to do it like I usually do—scrubbing deep into their scalps until they complain, 'Mom, you're scrubbing too hard!'—but that was impossible today. Forgive me.

What I found surprisingly convenient here was when I was applying moisturizer for my younger twin's atopic dermatitis.

These long nails acted like the spatula that comes with cosmetics, and I was able to scoop up the cream quite nicely.

However, when my younger twin saw these nails, he got scared and asked,
“Whoa... they look like they’d poke me... does it hurt...?”
I said,
“It’s just Mom. It’s okay, see?”
and gently touched his soft skin with the tip of my long nail.
“It doesn’t hurt at all!!!” he said, suddenly acting tough.

I felt just like Edward Scissorhands, though...
You’re a brave kid, aren’t you...

Barrier 12: Hanging laundry and buttons

While I was eating, my mother-in-law came home.

“Time for me to do my best too...!” I thought, as I washed and hung up the shirt of my husband, who had just arrived home as she left.

Well. It’s indoor drying anyway...
It won’t fall off...
It’s fine...

By the way, my eldest daughter, who helped with the filming, laughed and said,
“You gave up lol.”
A mom like this is okay too, right?

Barrier 13?: Tooth, falls out

While all that was happening,
“Ah! It finally came out!”
My eldest daughter. Her tooth, fell out.

Mom: “Finally! Congratulations! Let me see, let me see!”
Eldest daughter: “Here♡”
Mom: “Thanks... um...”

I... I can't... pick it up...

Well... yeah!!! Good for you!!!

So, want some ice cream?! You do, right!

Victory lap: Celebrating with gyaru nails

Don't you think that holding my drink like a bandit, even more than usual, looks elegant?
You don't?
Oh, I see... (sulking)

Moving on to the conclusion (still sulking)

What happens when a working mom lives for 24 hours with gyaru nails

Cons

Pros

Conclusion

Well. 24 hours have passed.
That's all from the scene.
Rest assured. I am reflecting on this.
So I'm not drinking alcohol.

Alright, time to take them off... and...
Ah...

My fingertips feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee！！！！！！！ (loud voice)