Popcorn makes your boobs grow..

Only if you have it for breakfast according to the kid? Thank god for that. She rang me on Friday morning to tell me this and when I met her for lunch I was expecting to meet just a pair of boobs. Not sure where exactly she gets her information from, but I would recommend a more reliable source!

Here I was about to say things are settling down and the weekend was nice and relaxing when I get a phone call from Mammy2 to say that the kid texted her about having a panic attack and could I ring her. I rang her, she's hiding out in the toilets at the moment and is really stressed out.

The weekend went grand, it was Mammy2 's birthday so lots of celebrating was had. A group of us were out in the local on Friday night, the kid was going to a house party with some mates of hers and ended up missing her last bus, so she stayed over. I was a bit panicked about it, but when I spoke to her she sounded alright on the phone. Lots of laughing and giggling.

I went back to taking care of Mammy2 who wasn't bothered with pints so much as pitchers. Needless to say the following morning she was a bit rough. Made her breakfast in bed and gave her as much medicine as she required to shake it off.

When the kid dropped back to the flat with her mate D, we checked all her bodily parts were intact and headed up town to go to the cinema. Went to see Million Dollar Baby, I won't ruin if for you if you haven't seen it, but it was very good.

We then preceeded to try and find a restaurent, thinking that maybe we should have booked somewhere! We had decided to try somewhere new, so avoiding all our lovely locals we ended up in Little Caesars on College Green. We should have stuck with our regulars. There was a plasma screen telly on in the place, and so halfway through the main course, Casualty was on? Call me old fashioned, but if you go out for a meal surely having a telly on in the place takes away a bit from the ambience?
The food wasn't great either, but we had a laugh. At our age, because all we were thinking was getting out of the place and heading somewhere quiet! Yes, we are old.

Sunday morning, and the kid bounds into the room to declare a state of emergency in relation to her best mate, D. The kid had walked her to the bus stop that morning, she stays over in ours most Saturdays, as she had the Order of malta thingy to go to. Then apparently, the mad mother of hers got it into her head that she'd spent enough time at ours and that she was banning her from hanging out with the kid?

I think she's jealous that D likes hanging out at ours more, and who can blame her. The muppets forgot her birthday. So, the kid was demanding I get on the phone to D's mother and ask what was going on and why D wasn't allowed down. The rest of the day the kid spent on the phone trying to talk to D, who was miserable. I sometimes don't understand parents at all.

I mean, yes, when the kid was getting drunk and hanging out with the wrong crowd I could understand any parent not wanting their child to hang around with her. But things have calmed down now and the two of them are good for each other.

So, between studying and phone calls, she was kept busy. She has been working really hard and I hope she can hold it together until the mocks.

If those two teachers, tweddledum and tweddledummer give her any hassle today, I fear there may be an explosion.

D's mother is bringing her to school as she wants to talk to the teachers. We're hoping to meet with the vice-principal, the only one who makes any sense in that place, at some stage this week.
I have to ring her again at 10.30 to make sure she's doing alright. She lets everything build up and then panics about it.

I'm hoping she'll last until the summer in this place.