From Southern comfort to Spongebob..

Just another average weekend with the kid. Friday dawned with the worst PMT attack that has taken hold of my body in eons. I swear, I went from 0- bitch in about 3 seconds. I had an interview which went fine and got into work late enough, but after being out sick the previous day I wasn't attacked the minute I came in. I had a chance to get my bearings!

Straight into coding, development work which strangley enough I'm not used to. I get news from the agency that while the company thought I was great and fantastic , etc, I didn't have enough expierence with asp.net.

This combined with the aformentioned PMT, lack of sleep due to working most of the night on the DLL site, and my sub-conscious playing bad tricks on me, that evening all I wanted to do was go home to bed and wake up in about 6 years time. However, the kid had other ideas as she had just finished her mocks and was in great form, there was talk of takeout and a dvd , etc.

I met with Mammy2 before we headed home as she tried to difuse the explosions in my head. When I got home, the kid decided possibly for her own safety that I should go to bed for a while, so after a quick shower, I was straight into PJS and to sleep. 14 hours later I awoke feeling much refreshed. She was dancing around in the bathroom getting ready to go up town and 'hang'.

Seeing as it has been 2 months since the A&E incident, we decided to forgo checks, where we meet her every 2 hours and check her breath. She was also with D her best mate and we trust her.
We headed to the local to watch the rugby and at one stage it looked like an atmosphere might start to develop but the barmen were on it straight away. Great match, I have to say, I thought it was going to be a lot tighther then the final scoreline.

Arrived home and it was bloody freezing, so we headed for a lie down. Set the alarm for when the kid would be home so we could cook dinner for her. At around 6, I heard her voice and D's voice in the flat? Now, usually we have to ring them to tell them to get home and they're home already so it was a bit suspect. I eventually got up to see what was going on , at this stage D had headed home leaving the kid. She was tucked up in bed with the smell of alcohol wafting from her.

I left her to sleep it off and headed to the kitchen to deliberate what I should do. I texted D just to ask how much she had to drink and she mentioned a nagen of Southern Comfort.

Spent the next hour going through a range of emotions, from anger to being upset and wondering what we did wrong to anger again, but that could have been the PMT talking.

Flicked on the telly and decided to swtich off for a while, I didn't see her rising before the morning , so I relaxed a bit. I could stress in the morning about having a talk with her. Copycat was on, Sigourney took my mind off things for a while. Mammy2 got up and I filled her on the story and she
had to go through the same emotions I had gone through earlier.

The following morning a sheepish kid was on the phone to D, so did our best to eavesdrop to no avail. Eventually we decided it was time for her to face the music. And her story was this: she was all delighted she had finished her mocks and wanted to celebrate, so herself and D bought some alcohol and got pissed. She got sick so D brought her home. In one way, I was relieved that it was her and D and not her drinking my herself , but saying that obviously wouldn't have helped the situation so I kept my mouth shut while Mammy 2 played bad cop good cop and was being
a hard ass with her.

We settled on her being grounded for a month, pocket money we keep as she can't be trusted with it. Also, all rules to be kept and abidd by. She seemed alright with that, well, considering the fact that I'd say she was nursing a whopper of a hangover , she seemed alright with it.

Grounded just meant no 'hanging' with any of those idiots from Temple Bar, herself and D could stay in the flat off a Saturday and watch DVD's or whatever.
So, she got her miserable face on her then, muttering about being all alone, etc. D rang and asked if she could go watch the new Spongebob film??!!
After a long discussion with D about letting the kid near alcohol etc, we let her go watch it , anything was better then looking at her miserable hungover face. She was delighted and loved the film?? I give up, I just do not understand teenagers, its offical.