It was a strange weekend. One which I had been dreading and at the same time wanting to get over it. The assault from most card shops was hard to take, especially when they had those horrible soppy cards that mam loved so much. You know the ones that have four fold out pages that go on about how fantastic the mother is?? Yeah, those sort. Its quite difficult to avoid if you enter any shop or switch on a TV. Any time an for it came on, the kid was chucking stuff at the TV, a healthy way to deal methinks!
She's well chuffed with her art at the moment, her art teacher told her that she'd get an A in Leaving Cert Art for her work so far, so all other subjects are thrown to one side.
Friday night we rented our Pet Cemetery, not a particularly scary film but the kid was beside herself with fear, certain parts of it gave her a new hair style and me a lot of bruises, she has a habit of holding on very tightly to whatever part of your body she grabs during a scary bit. The amount of bruises that are on my right arm are building up quite nicely! The film scared her so much she slept in with us.
We travelled down to visit Mam's grave on Saturday and put flowers on it for mother's day. The kid stayed home and worked on her art. She's not a big visiting graves fan. It's weird when you stand at the headstone and see Mam's name, it feels odd. Of course trying to find room to put down the flowers was another thing, my extended family are big fans of plaques, the tackier the better. There's about 7 of them on the grave, ranging from Best Sister to beloved Granny and Granddad, its my grandparents plot.
Funny how when she was alive some people wouldn't spend anything on her, and since she's passed on, her grave is covered with expensive plaques. Muppets.
Its strange the things you end up asking for in a shop when you've got a kid. Barbed wire for instance, if anyone knows where I can get some can you email me? She's doing some art project and she needs barb wire and feathers. I don't ask questions, I just take orders.
Spent most of yesterday doing housework and sorting out paperwork , trying to prepare ourselves financially for the undertaking of another child. We're also looking into maybe getting a house, even renting as space is becoming an issue with the kid at the moment and with another child in the place, a two-bed roomed apartment could get crowded very quickly.
Buying a house in Dublin is a nightmare from a money point of view and every other point of view, the only houses it appears that you can afford are in the middle of 10,000 other houses?
I prefer apartments but the kid's planning on dogs, cats, possible tigers, who knows with that child!
We went to the cinema last night to see the Boogeyman, Mammy2 stayed at home for our safety as PMT reared its ugly head. I should have known something was wrong when she embraced the cleaning yesterday but declined to comment on it for my own safety. The Boogeyman is crap, some scary moments as my arm will testify to as she sunk her nails into it whenever she got afraid.
Walking home, after deciding that waiting 18 minutes for a Luas to bring us 15 minutes to the apartment, we pondered over what Mam would have made of the Luas and it was strange because I think its the first time myself and the kid have actually spoken about her voluntarily and when its just the two of us. Maybe its a sign that things are starting to get better.
Or maybe the kid was just high on popcorn and fizzy drinks!
One never knows....
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