Its a Sunday night and I have not put in a weekend like this since Mam passed away. Saturday, the kid headed up town with specific warnings in relation to alcohol and smoking anything. I honestly didn't think that she would try anything again.
Myself and Mammy 2 were up town buying the rest of her christmas presents when the phone rang. It was St James hospital. The kid was in A&E after being brought in about 20 mins previous. We got as fast as we could up to the hospital stopping on the way to pick up a change of clothes for her as the head nurse said she had gotten soaked. We arrived up into the chaos that is A&E at about 5.45. Her best mate was in the waiting room and mentioned some of what had happened. A small bottle of vodka, cider and some other alcohloic beverage was drank as well as some weed being smoked. When the kid came out to us, she reeked of alcohol and her arms had been sliced up really bad. We had known she was was cutting herself which was why we were getting the help but not to the extent of the damage she inflicted upon herself at this stage.
The waiting room was hectic, we sent her mate home with a taxi fare, she had done enough for the night. Eventually one of the nurses came out to talk to us and she mentioned that the kid had been assesed and was now waiting for a doc to examine her and that this could take a while. Apparently there was some rule about no-one being allowed in with the patient due to the winter vomiting bug, but they made allowances as the kid was a minor and let me in. Mammy 2 headed home.
The kid was well out of it and as soon as I arrived into the inner waiting room , she fell straight to sleep with her head in my lap. A kind nurse arrived in with a pink hoody to keep her warm, she didn't even comment on the color clash! It was one of the more light-hearted momemts of the night. The place was mad. I hadn't eaten all day and had assumed that the delay wouldn't be too long.
In the meantime, I managed to stay sober whilst conversing with the kid, the smell of alcohol off her breath was enough to knock out a small elephant.
Whilst she was sleeping I had time to reflect on the irony that is life and that this time last year we were also in a waiting room only it was for Mam. The trip to the hospital was extremly difficult, I have to say, I was forced to revisit thoughts I had thought I'd manage to get over.
Luckyily the A&E department is in a completly different section of the hospital so while the hospital smell was familar, the nurses, doctors and location were completly different to where Mam was held. It didn't make things any easier, but I was too busy concentrating on the kid to focus on how I was feeling about being in a place 7 months previous we had say our goodbyes to the most important woman in our lives.
A nice nurse dropped some tea and sandwiches down to us around 12. At around 3 she got seen. Just less then 10 hours waiting. The doctor was concerned about the cuts and the fact that she mentioned she was having sucidical thoughts, which was also news to me I might add. He recommended a psych evaluation which would happen the follwing morning. He wanted to keep her in but she wanted her bed. So we travelled back up this morning after getting to bed at 4 and back up for 8.30.
The guy who took the initial psych eval was the head nurse who took care of Mam when she was in ICU and I began to wonder did God have some sick sense of humour. To add insult to injury he remembered us. I just about managed to hold things together without bursting into tears.
However while sitting waiting for the physicharist to arrive, there was a lady in one of the trollies along the corridor who reminded me so much of Mam. Some people were shouting at the staff, demanding to be seen by the doctor etc, but this lady was so polite and every time she asked for something simple like a bed pan she was so apologectic. I nearly lost it again but held it together, the kid had enough guilt about the night spent in here without feeling guilty about my emotions. The physicharist wrote a letter also recommending her to the self help clinic the counseller had already spoken of, so hopefully she'll be bumped up the list.
In the meantime, I feel like I can't leave her on her own with anything sharp. She had been using a safety pin and a compass to cut into her arms.
The shock thing we now have to deal with is fact that she wants to end her life. Its so hard to babysit someone who feels like this.
Of course, trying to sort out a punishment was fun as we didn't want to appear to be coming down too hard on top of trying to discipline her.
Right now I am just sooo tired but glad she's alright. She's in the shower right now, yelling about someone turning on or off taps!
Its times like this that makes me wonder what goes through her head when she does all these self destructive things. Its obvious that she wanted to end things yesterday and that thought scares me more then anything else. Mammy 2 has been pondering things and worries that we might be at fault. Its hard to stress that what she is feeling now and how she is hurting is all within herself and there is nothing more we can do for her except support her, make sure she gets the treatment she needs and be there for her, as Hallmark as that sounds.
This time of the year is so hard, because Mam took really sick around this time and I have a feeling this might be when things are coming to a head now.
Anyhow, I am heading to bed for some sleep. I shall regale you with tales of assholes in A&E tomorrow if I can stay awake long enough to type!
Monday, December 20, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
Begin Rant...
Every day I feel like we are doing better and then something happens and I feel like we're back to square 1. It is so exhausting. I got wrecked just taking the milk out of the fridge today.
We met with one couseller yesterday from Barnados in relation to the self harm, two more counsellers
today. To quote the great Mister Izzard, we're up to 'ere with cousellers. Today we met with the school counseller and the Vice Principal of the school, who used to be the school counsuller.
I felt the conversation was productive and like everyong else, their main concern is Lisa's mental health. We thought it all was fine, and we arrive home to some band who sounded very angry and in doing so appeared to have a problem with their lyrics.
She was lying sprawled dramatically on the couch as only a teenager can. I felt the tune of Tubular Bells enter my head briefly, but quickly dimissed it as I grabbed the bottle of holy water on the way into the living room. She was intially fine, but I know her better then to let down the defences so quickly. We explained about talking to the counseller about the Home Ec class which was causing all the hassle and how they would move partners for her so she wouldn't be with the one who is haressing her.
Well, there followed a barage of "I HATE THAT CLASS, I AM NOT GOING BACK TO IT, THEY CAN JUST MOVE ME. They won't stop haressing me just cause the vice princpal said they would" in a tone that implied we were visitors from Planet Idiot who were just here for the day.
She went on and on, I stopped listening after the whole "And I'm changing schools after the Junior Cert and that's it" . We had our lunch and left.
Is it any wonder we turn hysterical when she's mentioned. If one more person tells us we're doing great, slaps will be issued. The only time I stop worrying about her is when she's asleep and even then, its not really stopping as sometimes she'll wake up cause she's sick.
Its hard to describe what's its like, even when she's around, its like constantly being on high alert, more so when you're waiting for her to come home and its gone past the time she should be or when you're trying to get to go to bed and she starts channeling someone who sounds like they've smoked 12,3434 cigarettes.
I wonder is there a guide book out there? Guidelines to becoming a parent in 24 hours?
While I'm ranting, if one more person tells us how to parent/discipline her. there will be more slaps issued, obviously with the other arm. Picture it.
She's ran away and we're supposed to ground her for a month, take her phone, take her pocket money, do all of the above? If she was my kid is not a valid reason. I am telling you these things to vent not to ask for what you'd do with her. She's an orphan at 15. She's changed schools 3 times. She's had to move home from the country to the city and from a house to an apartment in the centre of town.
She's bound to have problems, that are not that easily solved by grounding her.
kay? Glad I got that off my chest.
So, latest news. She's at home, dying of the flu, period pain, the black death, the blue plague, bird flu and the ebola virus, we're hoping she'll pull through by Monday.
In the meantime, she'll still be well enough to 'hang' with JockstrapJackie, JumpinJoey, SexyTom, MadMick,CuteCarl, KulchKaren,MunchGrunch,TopHeavy and Slackjaw who apparently have her
back. And even though KulchKaren and JockstrapJackie were both with SexyTom, SexyTom really likes her and wants to 'meet' her somewhere with black flowers and heavy metal music, I kid you not.
We met with one couseller yesterday from Barnados in relation to the self harm, two more counsellers
today. To quote the great Mister Izzard, we're up to 'ere with cousellers. Today we met with the school counseller and the Vice Principal of the school, who used to be the school counsuller.
I felt the conversation was productive and like everyong else, their main concern is Lisa's mental health. We thought it all was fine, and we arrive home to some band who sounded very angry and in doing so appeared to have a problem with their lyrics.
She was lying sprawled dramatically on the couch as only a teenager can. I felt the tune of Tubular Bells enter my head briefly, but quickly dimissed it as I grabbed the bottle of holy water on the way into the living room. She was intially fine, but I know her better then to let down the defences so quickly. We explained about talking to the counseller about the Home Ec class which was causing all the hassle and how they would move partners for her so she wouldn't be with the one who is haressing her.
Well, there followed a barage of "I HATE THAT CLASS, I AM NOT GOING BACK TO IT, THEY CAN JUST MOVE ME. They won't stop haressing me just cause the vice princpal said they would" in a tone that implied we were visitors from Planet Idiot who were just here for the day.
She went on and on, I stopped listening after the whole "And I'm changing schools after the Junior Cert and that's it" . We had our lunch and left.
Is it any wonder we turn hysterical when she's mentioned. If one more person tells us we're doing great, slaps will be issued. The only time I stop worrying about her is when she's asleep and even then, its not really stopping as sometimes she'll wake up cause she's sick.
Its hard to describe what's its like, even when she's around, its like constantly being on high alert, more so when you're waiting for her to come home and its gone past the time she should be or when you're trying to get to go to bed and she starts channeling someone who sounds like they've smoked 12,3434 cigarettes.
I wonder is there a guide book out there? Guidelines to becoming a parent in 24 hours?
While I'm ranting, if one more person tells us how to parent/discipline her. there will be more slaps issued, obviously with the other arm. Picture it.
She's ran away and we're supposed to ground her for a month, take her phone, take her pocket money, do all of the above? If she was my kid is not a valid reason. I am telling you these things to vent not to ask for what you'd do with her. She's an orphan at 15. She's changed schools 3 times. She's had to move home from the country to the city and from a house to an apartment in the centre of town.
She's bound to have problems, that are not that easily solved by grounding her.
kay? Glad I got that off my chest.
So, latest news. She's at home, dying of the flu, period pain, the black death, the blue plague, bird flu and the ebola virus, we're hoping she'll pull through by Monday.
In the meantime, she'll still be well enough to 'hang' with JockstrapJackie, JumpinJoey, SexyTom, MadMick,CuteCarl, KulchKaren,MunchGrunch,TopHeavy and Slackjaw who apparently have her
back. And even though KulchKaren and JockstrapJackie were both with SexyTom, SexyTom really likes her and wants to 'meet' her somewhere with black flowers and heavy metal music, I kid you not.
my turn.....
Oi Mammy1....cheeky pup! It just so happens some of us have to work for a living and can't be sufing away to our heart's content....sheesh indeed!
So we brought the wee one to the concert and there I was intending on dropping her off at the door but oh my god no, not cool enough....so I had to drive down the road and drop her and her mates there. So not ccol Mammy2, so not cool. The funniest thing was though that there were loads of other uncool mammies and daddies dropping the kids off at the same spot as us, undoubtedly after being glared at by their lovely little teenage psychos.
Well she's convinced that she failed all of her exams yesterday. They're only Christmas tests anyway and don't count in the finals so it's hard to get too worried yet. She works damn hard, I'll give her that, so she'll be grand.
We have a meeting with her school this afternoon - Joy! Ah no, it should be grand. Just want to keep them updated on what's going on. If they say a thing against the wee one, I'll be pulled out of them......
So we brought the wee one to the concert and there I was intending on dropping her off at the door but oh my god no, not cool enough....so I had to drive down the road and drop her and her mates there. So not ccol Mammy2, so not cool. The funniest thing was though that there were loads of other uncool mammies and daddies dropping the kids off at the same spot as us, undoubtedly after being glared at by their lovely little teenage psychos.
Well she's convinced that she failed all of her exams yesterday. They're only Christmas tests anyway and don't count in the finals so it's hard to get too worried yet. She works damn hard, I'll give her that, so she'll be grand.
We have a meeting with her school this afternoon - Joy! Ah no, it should be grand. Just want to keep them updated on what's going on. If they say a thing against the wee one, I'll be pulled out of them......
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Safety pins and their many uses
I see Mammy 2 managed to find the update button alright, that'll be her contribution for the year!
We arrived home last night from a shindig for Outhouse to find she had put a safety pin in her ear. I give up!
What would possess someone to do such a thing and it looks like it would hurt, a lot. Call me strange but I can think of better
ways of passing time. At least she was studying her history. The christmas tests kick off today with maths, history and home ec. The first two I'd say will be fine, but Home ec is not one of her favs so I can see tantrums being thrown about the results she may get. Two of her mates are staying over tonight and the three of them are heading to Blink182. We had offered to pick them up afterwards,
but the level10 glare that was flicked our way from her and the "Well, if you don, don't come near us" I have visions of us being parked two miles up the road and disguised as a bush or something!
Less then a week and the other sister(kid) is home from Holland. I can't wait to see her! She's bring her maaaan her so there's a chance we could steal
some sperm for christmas. He's always very reluctant to part with it though, which I find quite odd! So, we'll just do what we usually do, wait until he's
asleep and we're sorted!
Not in the mood for work at all espeically with last night being such a late one. It was werid seeing my site up on the big screen, powerpoint presentation. Cool but werid and everyone was impressed. I'm not used to a positive reaction to the work I do. Normally, its like, what, but its only a website, you're charging how much?
Why would there be a design fee? Why would there be a maintenance fee? Let me get this straight, you want to be paid for the work you do, no-one mentioned this at the start and so on and so forth.
Oh the fun of my job, still it takes away from the mundaneness that is my full-time job. I did study for four years and obtain my degree in software engineering to work on the helpdesk and maintain other people's code.
Sheesh..
We arrived home last night from a shindig for Outhouse to find she had put a safety pin in her ear. I give up!
What would possess someone to do such a thing and it looks like it would hurt, a lot. Call me strange but I can think of better
ways of passing time. At least she was studying her history. The christmas tests kick off today with maths, history and home ec. The first two I'd say will be fine, but Home ec is not one of her favs so I can see tantrums being thrown about the results she may get. Two of her mates are staying over tonight and the three of them are heading to Blink182. We had offered to pick them up afterwards,
but the level10 glare that was flicked our way from her and the "Well, if you don, don't come near us" I have visions of us being parked two miles up the road and disguised as a bush or something!
Less then a week and the other sister(kid) is home from Holland. I can't wait to see her! She's bring her maaaan her so there's a chance we could steal
some sperm for christmas. He's always very reluctant to part with it though, which I find quite odd! So, we'll just do what we usually do, wait until he's
asleep and we're sorted!
Not in the mood for work at all espeically with last night being such a late one. It was werid seeing my site up on the big screen, powerpoint presentation. Cool but werid and everyone was impressed. I'm not used to a positive reaction to the work I do. Normally, its like, what, but its only a website, you're charging how much?
Why would there be a design fee? Why would there be a maintenance fee? Let me get this straight, you want to be paid for the work you do, no-one mentioned this at the start and so on and so forth.
Oh the fun of my job, still it takes away from the mundaneness that is my full-time job. I did study for four years and obtain my degree in software engineering to work on the helpdesk and maintain other people's code.
Sheesh..
Counsel for our defence
Mammie2 here. Thought I'd better even try to keep up with the other Mammy and her mad ranting. Although no one gabs on like the little woman!
So off we headed at lunch time today to see our Family Counsellor. Oh the fun and laughs we had...
We're just doing all of the preliminary stuff with her so the kid hasn't been yet. Just us two.
It's exhausting. Just talking about all of the things that we've been through in the last year and how things are with the kid now is really tough on the auld emotions. Brings up stuff you'd rather not have to deal with. Like I know the other mammy hates talking about her mam as she hasn't even begun to get over her passing away. "Get over"......what a horrible phrase! As if it's a cold or something. Should have said she hasn't even begun to deal with it or to cope with it.
Anyway the cousellor one recommended that we get the kid to a therapy group who specialise in adolescents who harm themselves as she's been known to do. So we've to get her to into this thing.
I tell you the fun never ends.....
So off we headed at lunch time today to see our Family Counsellor. Oh the fun and laughs we had...
We're just doing all of the preliminary stuff with her so the kid hasn't been yet. Just us two.
It's exhausting. Just talking about all of the things that we've been through in the last year and how things are with the kid now is really tough on the auld emotions. Brings up stuff you'd rather not have to deal with. Like I know the other mammy hates talking about her mam as she hasn't even begun to get over her passing away. "Get over"......what a horrible phrase! As if it's a cold or something. Should have said she hasn't even begun to deal with it or to cope with it.
Anyway the cousellor one recommended that we get the kid to a therapy group who specialise in adolescents who harm themselves as she's been known to do. So we've to get her to into this thing.
I tell you the fun never ends.....
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Christmas blues
Arrived home from work yesterday and she was in great form. Who knew she had teeth, there were actual smiles. Of course it all had to do with Art! Her art teacher reckons she'll get an A+ for her cd cover which she's been working on since the womb. Its amazing and she definetly deserves a good grade for it. She was up until 1 working on it, Art is the only real subject she gives 110% to...
So I made her a cup of tea and some toast, she wanted an unhealthy dinner from the chipper as we were going to the parenting meet we organise and could pick up the chips on the way home. Of course, the season that was in, no-one cept P showed up for the meeting so we headed over to Yello for a drink. He was in grand form, although seemed a bit off about something, not sure what. A frantic phone call from the kid exclaiming that there wasn't a battery in the house and this apparently was the end of the world?
Anyway, calmed her down and told her I would get some on the way home. I knew there had to be batteries somewhere in the apartment, sure isn't she always throwing them into the shopping trolley. I had a feeling I would open one of the drawers and batteries would pour our!
We got home and watched Tremors with her, a film I haven't seen in ages. Slagged her off about fancying Kevin Bacon, she was none too impressed. She was texting everyone, trying to find a girlfriend, she's decided to wants to try dating girls for a while.
She's got her Blink182 concert tomorrow night with a friend from Athlone which she claims she's not looking forward to, the two of them seem to have drifted a bit, hopefully they'll hang out tomorrow night and maybe catch up on all the gossip.
I'm not really in the mood of writing today but I said I'd check in as by next week she could have dropped out of school and formed her own rockband and I know you'd be raging you missed all the updates.
So I made her a cup of tea and some toast, she wanted an unhealthy dinner from the chipper as we were going to the parenting meet we organise and could pick up the chips on the way home. Of course, the season that was in, no-one cept P showed up for the meeting so we headed over to Yello for a drink. He was in grand form, although seemed a bit off about something, not sure what. A frantic phone call from the kid exclaiming that there wasn't a battery in the house and this apparently was the end of the world?
Anyway, calmed her down and told her I would get some on the way home. I knew there had to be batteries somewhere in the apartment, sure isn't she always throwing them into the shopping trolley. I had a feeling I would open one of the drawers and batteries would pour our!
We got home and watched Tremors with her, a film I haven't seen in ages. Slagged her off about fancying Kevin Bacon, she was none too impressed. She was texting everyone, trying to find a girlfriend, she's decided to wants to try dating girls for a while.
She's got her Blink182 concert tomorrow night with a friend from Athlone which she claims she's not looking forward to, the two of them seem to have drifted a bit, hopefully they'll hang out tomorrow night and maybe catch up on all the gossip.
I'm not really in the mood of writing today but I said I'd check in as by next week she could have dropped out of school and formed her own rockband and I know you'd be raging you missed all the updates.
Monday, December 13, 2004
Monday Blues...
I survived the weekend! Well, with n amount of sleep, it wasn't too bad. Friday night we headed to the in-laws down the country. 4 hours drive down to the wilds of the West. Mammy 2 was delighted to see the niece and nephew. I was too busy worrying about the teenager who was having her first night by herself. She wanted a trial run. On the drive down, she rang us to know how to go about cooking pasta.
I had images of her burning the apartment down. Then she went off on a rant about her year head , who's been giving her hassle about makeup. She wears a certain about of black eyeliner thingy, which in fairness if this is all the year head has to give out about, she can feck off with herself. Getting the kid up in the morning and into school is a feat in itself, if she thinks make-up is top of our list, she can think again. I'm all for rules and regulations but in fairness, she's doing her best, studywise etc and she decides to wear a small bit of make-up.
It will be interesting to see how today goes.
We calmed her down a bit and she seemed in good form when I rang her later. She was studying in the room as the sitting room had too many distractions.
Travelling back up on the Saturday, I was a bit dubious about how she'd get on at the Bank with her little adventure in whiskeyland the previous week. We got back to Dublin in good time and had enough time to get changed, shower and head out to dinner with some friends.
At the time we were leaving , she was supposed to be back in the apartment with her mate who was supposed to be staying over. On our way to the restaurent, we passed by the Bank and there she was standing with two guys , one of whom had just handed her a bottle of some drink or other. She had just taken a mouthful when she realised we were watching her and spat it out.
She trotted over to us and looked like she'd been upset. Swore to us she hadn't been drinking and it didn't appear as if she had. Chatted to us for a bit and told us she was heading home. We opted to trust her and headed onto the restaurent.
That night, when we got home, she told us she had smoked a joint.
Anything that she can try, she will appears to be her philosophy for the moment. We gave her a warning that if anything like this happens again, she is not going near the Bank, ever.
She was fine yesterday, bounched into the room at 11 complete with Santy hat and wanted a full irish breakfast. Needless to say the Budvaar induced headache wanted nothing more then sleep so Mammy 2 got up with her and went over to the shops.
She studied for most of the day, in between demanding tea, a scissors, glue, her cds and her pencils. Shopping was fun, as fast as she dumped it into the trolley we took it back out. Its quite easy to distract her though, just mention something like "Oh, he's cute" and she looks away and stuff is quickly dumped back on the shelves!
Otherwise , its "But I NEED that" pointing to some sort of plant? What on earth could she need it for, more spells to blow the electrcity? Speaking of which we are down to 2 out of 5 bulbs working in the sitting room.
She was in grand form heading off this morning even though we had confiscated her phone last night. Mammy 2 had put her to bed and was just in bed when she could have sworn she heard the guitar. Sure enough, the kid was sitting in the bed strumming away because she couldn't sleep??!
As punishment we took the phone. She can survive without it for a few days.
I have a feeling there will be another note today though, she's skipping Home Ec as she's getting hassled . We were supposed to meet the counseller to discuss things but last Friday was so mad we had to re-schedule. Hopefully, we can meet her at some stage this week and sort something out.
Fingers crossed everything goes okay.
I had images of her burning the apartment down. Then she went off on a rant about her year head , who's been giving her hassle about makeup. She wears a certain about of black eyeliner thingy, which in fairness if this is all the year head has to give out about, she can feck off with herself. Getting the kid up in the morning and into school is a feat in itself, if she thinks make-up is top of our list, she can think again. I'm all for rules and regulations but in fairness, she's doing her best, studywise etc and she decides to wear a small bit of make-up.
It will be interesting to see how today goes.
We calmed her down a bit and she seemed in good form when I rang her later. She was studying in the room as the sitting room had too many distractions.
Travelling back up on the Saturday, I was a bit dubious about how she'd get on at the Bank with her little adventure in whiskeyland the previous week. We got back to Dublin in good time and had enough time to get changed, shower and head out to dinner with some friends.
At the time we were leaving , she was supposed to be back in the apartment with her mate who was supposed to be staying over. On our way to the restaurent, we passed by the Bank and there she was standing with two guys , one of whom had just handed her a bottle of some drink or other. She had just taken a mouthful when she realised we were watching her and spat it out.
She trotted over to us and looked like she'd been upset. Swore to us she hadn't been drinking and it didn't appear as if she had. Chatted to us for a bit and told us she was heading home. We opted to trust her and headed onto the restaurent.
That night, when we got home, she told us she had smoked a joint.
Anything that she can try, she will appears to be her philosophy for the moment. We gave her a warning that if anything like this happens again, she is not going near the Bank, ever.
She was fine yesterday, bounched into the room at 11 complete with Santy hat and wanted a full irish breakfast. Needless to say the Budvaar induced headache wanted nothing more then sleep so Mammy 2 got up with her and went over to the shops.
She studied for most of the day, in between demanding tea, a scissors, glue, her cds and her pencils. Shopping was fun, as fast as she dumped it into the trolley we took it back out. Its quite easy to distract her though, just mention something like "Oh, he's cute" and she looks away and stuff is quickly dumped back on the shelves!
Otherwise , its "But I NEED that" pointing to some sort of plant? What on earth could she need it for, more spells to blow the electrcity? Speaking of which we are down to 2 out of 5 bulbs working in the sitting room.
She was in grand form heading off this morning even though we had confiscated her phone last night. Mammy 2 had put her to bed and was just in bed when she could have sworn she heard the guitar. Sure enough, the kid was sitting in the bed strumming away because she couldn't sleep??!
As punishment we took the phone. She can survive without it for a few days.
I have a feeling there will be another note today though, she's skipping Home Ec as she's getting hassled . We were supposed to meet the counseller to discuss things but last Friday was so mad we had to re-schedule. Hopefully, we can meet her at some stage this week and sort something out.
Fingers crossed everything goes okay.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Mammy 1 again cause Mammy 2 appears to have run off with the milkwoman
Yes it is indeed 7.30 of a Friday morning and I am in work! Have to leave early and meet with the kids's school counseller, oh I am beside myself. She returned to school yesterday for the first time since the incident of walking out and running away and I knew it was going to be hard.
But she stuck it out, although we did get a txt from her around lunchtime going on about everyone picking on her. She hates the school, I know she does, but short of leaving her at home and not getting an education what are we supposed to do with her?
Maybe the meeting today with this woman might shed some light on things. Anyhew, at least its Friday, she's happy about that.
12,453 pencils were purchased yesterday, she's big into her sketching or she tells us, she could be using them to make weapons of mass destruction for all I know.
We rented out The tale of Two sisters last night as she wanted to be scared. Little did I realise this would involve a dead arm for most of the night. When she gets scared she tends to grip quite hard on whatever is available. Its a good film, gives you quite a scare as well as having a believeable plot.
It was 12.30 before I got her to bed, as everywhere she went I had to follow. So, it was to the bedroom , then the bathroom so she could brush her teeth and then back to bed where she stressed for an hour over the Junior Cert.
She is werid, she hates school and goes on about hating it, but then she states she can't study and is going to fail everything when she wants to get straight A's? I don't know, I can't figure her out at all!
And to take a break from that madness, we're heading down the country to stay with the other mammie's brother for the weekend..Yay for inlaws! Actual I may have mentioned before the brother and his family are grand, its the mother and her treatment of our relationship, myself and the other mammies that irks me. She's fine with us being out about everything as long as we do it behind closed doors. I'm her daughter's 'very good friend'. If only she knew how good. Ahem couldn't resist..
Also P is home today from his conference thingy I think, I missed him. I might organise to meet up and go see Gloria doing a choral recital in Dublin Castle on Sunday, I'll see how the energy levels are.
We're travelling back from Mayo on the Saturday and heading out for dinner that night with some mates we haven't seen in ages.
Here's hoping I have the energy.
There should be some sort of fruit drink out there that you can drink and all of a sudden you have loads of energy to deal with anything the teenager throws at you!
Or maybe a handbook would be good.
On the plus note, went xmas shopping with the Chad yesterday and got the other mammies gift as well as the other sister and one of the kids pressies.
I passed on the subtle hint to the brother that she wanted a hair straightner, needless to say the reaction I got was priceless. Something about what would she be needing that for etc. This was after he rang me to inform me that someone had died down home and he was sure that the kid had went to school with yer man's brother??
What is with country folk and dying? Mam used to be the same, she'd only ring you when someone popped their cloggs?
Now, I used to live down the country so I know what its like, but surely there's more to it then wakes and funerals?
Okay, I better finish up, good 2 websites to design and one to update...Oh, I feel so important!
But she stuck it out, although we did get a txt from her around lunchtime going on about everyone picking on her. She hates the school, I know she does, but short of leaving her at home and not getting an education what are we supposed to do with her?
Maybe the meeting today with this woman might shed some light on things. Anyhew, at least its Friday, she's happy about that.
12,453 pencils were purchased yesterday, she's big into her sketching or she tells us, she could be using them to make weapons of mass destruction for all I know.
We rented out The tale of Two sisters last night as she wanted to be scared. Little did I realise this would involve a dead arm for most of the night. When she gets scared she tends to grip quite hard on whatever is available. Its a good film, gives you quite a scare as well as having a believeable plot.
It was 12.30 before I got her to bed, as everywhere she went I had to follow. So, it was to the bedroom , then the bathroom so she could brush her teeth and then back to bed where she stressed for an hour over the Junior Cert.
She is werid, she hates school and goes on about hating it, but then she states she can't study and is going to fail everything when she wants to get straight A's? I don't know, I can't figure her out at all!
And to take a break from that madness, we're heading down the country to stay with the other mammie's brother for the weekend..Yay for inlaws! Actual I may have mentioned before the brother and his family are grand, its the mother and her treatment of our relationship, myself and the other mammies that irks me. She's fine with us being out about everything as long as we do it behind closed doors. I'm her daughter's 'very good friend'. If only she knew how good. Ahem couldn't resist..
Also P is home today from his conference thingy I think, I missed him. I might organise to meet up and go see Gloria doing a choral recital in Dublin Castle on Sunday, I'll see how the energy levels are.
We're travelling back from Mayo on the Saturday and heading out for dinner that night with some mates we haven't seen in ages.
Here's hoping I have the energy.
There should be some sort of fruit drink out there that you can drink and all of a sudden you have loads of energy to deal with anything the teenager throws at you!
Or maybe a handbook would be good.
On the plus note, went xmas shopping with the Chad yesterday and got the other mammies gift as well as the other sister and one of the kids pressies.
I passed on the subtle hint to the brother that she wanted a hair straightner, needless to say the reaction I got was priceless. Something about what would she be needing that for etc. This was after he rang me to inform me that someone had died down home and he was sure that the kid had went to school with yer man's brother??
What is with country folk and dying? Mam used to be the same, she'd only ring you when someone popped their cloggs?
Now, I used to live down the country so I know what its like, but surely there's more to it then wakes and funerals?
Okay, I better finish up, good 2 websites to design and one to update...Oh, I feel so important!
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Mammy 1 reports...
I set this journal up AGES ago and still have to get around the writing in it, the other half made one update and is all delighted with herself! Cheeky.
The child, even more drama, ran away last week. Left a HUGELY dramatic note, its amusing now, at the time it wasn't. Lucky enough we listen to all the stuff she talks about and was able to track her down to a house in Dirtee Meath and some 19 year old Twat called Peter. She refused to answer the phone only to say that she'd write when she could.
We got the twats number and he wouldn't answer his phone. So off to Guards we trotted to report her missing.
Giving her description to the Guards was also quite humourous.
Guard: Can you describe her?
Me: She's about 5 4, long black hair, black trousers, black top, black everything basically with a , surpriseingly enough black bag with I hate the world written on it.
Guard: I see.
I should have handed him a picture of Wednesday Adams and then maybe he would have understood. Anyhew, fair play to them, they were great and at 12.30 that night, she
was tucked up in her bed.
She then told us about how difficult her farewells were and how she was crying saying goodbye to all her mates.
I cannot equate the moody and surly teenager she has become with the 1 year old that tottered towards me taking her first steps. They grow up so fast and other cliches in reference
to children.
School appears to be causing her bother, I think because the year head is actually Miss Trunchball, I kid you not. If you don't know who Miss Trunchball is, shame , shame on you I say
and stop reading this and get yourself to the nearest bookshop and pick up a copy of Matilda by Rolald Dahl. Tis a great book and a great movie.
Enough drama for one week you might think, but no, stay with me, my story gets better.
Friday, hangin with her mates and it all appears good, Saturday , myself and the little woman are about to head out to a meet with some peeps when she wobbles in the door.
Spent her pocket money on whiskey and polished off a small bottle?
This made her even more surly then usual, yes, I did say more surly.
Thankfully , there was no hangover on Sunday. I made the mistake of asking did she want to go shopping with me. Three hours later I arrived home. I wouldn't mind
only it was supposed to be grocery shopping, how I ended up in a shoe shop looking at New Rocks, I'll never know.
I felt so like her mother that day, she wanted these fancy shows with laces and heels and stuff, so she tried them on and loved them. They were a size 8, she was a size 5.
She insisted that she'd grow into them, I made her wiggle her toe, you just have to do it , and decided there was no way she was getting these shoes in a size 8. The sales clerk
looked on bemused when I handed them back and her pouting lower lip hit me in the face.
Within 2 minutes it was gone and we were off to the next shop.
Oh the fun.
She has been out of school for the last few days, until we can talk to the teacher about moving her out of the class that causes hassle. Or maybe its the other way around!
She is finding it hard without Mam and I can't even imagine, the poor tike is an orphan at 15. So on a more positive note, we're onto her third suggestion for a crimbo gift.
First, there was the electric guitar, which apparently has to come with an amp? Okay, people, you're reading the meanderings from a person who thought the word was rift rather the
riff and said Take it to the bridge a lot, so bear with me!
Then there was the New Rocks, boots that only be described as places where missing people hang out, they're flipping huge. Now we're down to a hair straightener and some gothic
tops apparently but stay tuned, this will most definetly change by tomorrow.
My head hurts. The evil Budvar forced itself upon me at the crimbo party last night. It was great fun and a good way to get rid of the stress of the last year. The lads are a great bunch
of people who put up with a lot of crap doing the jobs they do, the least I could do was bring them out for a night. They loved their t-shirts!
Okay, its 15.54 and I have yet to start doing my day job!
Its not my fault I had to spend some time sleeping and then there was lunch and then the doctor. Yip, I have RSI, no its not Rare Slut Indescion, its Repititive Something or other , I can never
remember the name. Anti inflammateries and i have to get physio, someone should just send me out to pasture. Seriously, it would be the best thing for me at this stage!
The doctor ,while a lovely lady, thought we were in for a heart to heart, she's also the other mammie's doc as well as the little un, so she thinks she knows us. I had my jacket on and was out the door while she was reaching for the kettle.
Good luck to her.
Meeting up with a mate tonight that I haven't seen in over two years, looking forward to it in one way as it will be good to catch up but on the other hand, she doesn't know about Mam and I hate bringing anything to do with her up as its still too difficult, sure we'll see how it goes. Maybe I won't have to mention it at all.
We're heading down the country for the weekend for the other mammie's nieces bday, a big in-law gathering, I am beside myself! Don't get me wrong, her family are great, its just her mother can be a bit, what's the word, overbearing at times. Maybe its the same with all inlaws.
The child, even more drama, ran away last week. Left a HUGELY dramatic note, its amusing now, at the time it wasn't. Lucky enough we listen to all the stuff she talks about and was able to track her down to a house in Dirtee Meath and some 19 year old Twat called Peter. She refused to answer the phone only to say that she'd write when she could.
We got the twats number and he wouldn't answer his phone. So off to Guards we trotted to report her missing.
Giving her description to the Guards was also quite humourous.
Guard: Can you describe her?
Me: She's about 5 4, long black hair, black trousers, black top, black everything basically with a , surpriseingly enough black bag with I hate the world written on it.
Guard: I see.
I should have handed him a picture of Wednesday Adams and then maybe he would have understood. Anyhew, fair play to them, they were great and at 12.30 that night, she
was tucked up in her bed.
She then told us about how difficult her farewells were and how she was crying saying goodbye to all her mates.
I cannot equate the moody and surly teenager she has become with the 1 year old that tottered towards me taking her first steps. They grow up so fast and other cliches in reference
to children.
School appears to be causing her bother, I think because the year head is actually Miss Trunchball, I kid you not. If you don't know who Miss Trunchball is, shame , shame on you I say
and stop reading this and get yourself to the nearest bookshop and pick up a copy of Matilda by Rolald Dahl. Tis a great book and a great movie.
Enough drama for one week you might think, but no, stay with me, my story gets better.
Friday, hangin with her mates and it all appears good, Saturday , myself and the little woman are about to head out to a meet with some peeps when she wobbles in the door.
Spent her pocket money on whiskey and polished off a small bottle?
This made her even more surly then usual, yes, I did say more surly.
Thankfully , there was no hangover on Sunday. I made the mistake of asking did she want to go shopping with me. Three hours later I arrived home. I wouldn't mind
only it was supposed to be grocery shopping, how I ended up in a shoe shop looking at New Rocks, I'll never know.
I felt so like her mother that day, she wanted these fancy shows with laces and heels and stuff, so she tried them on and loved them. They were a size 8, she was a size 5.
She insisted that she'd grow into them, I made her wiggle her toe, you just have to do it , and decided there was no way she was getting these shoes in a size 8. The sales clerk
looked on bemused when I handed them back and her pouting lower lip hit me in the face.
Within 2 minutes it was gone and we were off to the next shop.
Oh the fun.
She has been out of school for the last few days, until we can talk to the teacher about moving her out of the class that causes hassle. Or maybe its the other way around!
She is finding it hard without Mam and I can't even imagine, the poor tike is an orphan at 15. So on a more positive note, we're onto her third suggestion for a crimbo gift.
First, there was the electric guitar, which apparently has to come with an amp? Okay, people, you're reading the meanderings from a person who thought the word was rift rather the
riff and said Take it to the bridge a lot, so bear with me!
Then there was the New Rocks, boots that only be described as places where missing people hang out, they're flipping huge. Now we're down to a hair straightener and some gothic
tops apparently but stay tuned, this will most definetly change by tomorrow.
My head hurts. The evil Budvar forced itself upon me at the crimbo party last night. It was great fun and a good way to get rid of the stress of the last year. The lads are a great bunch
of people who put up with a lot of crap doing the jobs they do, the least I could do was bring them out for a night. They loved their t-shirts!
Okay, its 15.54 and I have yet to start doing my day job!
Its not my fault I had to spend some time sleeping and then there was lunch and then the doctor. Yip, I have RSI, no its not Rare Slut Indescion, its Repititive Something or other , I can never
remember the name. Anti inflammateries and i have to get physio, someone should just send me out to pasture. Seriously, it would be the best thing for me at this stage!
The doctor ,while a lovely lady, thought we were in for a heart to heart, she's also the other mammie's doc as well as the little un, so she thinks she knows us. I had my jacket on and was out the door while she was reaching for the kettle.
Good luck to her.
Meeting up with a mate tonight that I haven't seen in over two years, looking forward to it in one way as it will be good to catch up but on the other hand, she doesn't know about Mam and I hate bringing anything to do with her up as its still too difficult, sure we'll see how it goes. Maybe I won't have to mention it at all.
We're heading down the country for the weekend for the other mammie's nieces bday, a big in-law gathering, I am beside myself! Don't get me wrong, her family are great, its just her mother can be a bit, what's the word, overbearing at times. Maybe its the same with all inlaws.
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