A pile of pants

No lip ring, little or no makeup, tie on properly, no nail varnish and the year head still
had problems. She wanted notes for all the days the kid has been absent.
This woman needs to get a life. 35 notes for every day, I'd be tempted to write them too just to get her goat up.

That said, the kid was in great form yesterday, it was the high after the low of PMT. Whatever it was, I'm delighted she's in such good form.

Her art project is nearing an end. Final bits to be put together today, she hands it up tomorrow and then her drawing exam on the Thursday and is all over as far as Art is concerned. I have to say her art teacher has done a huge amount of work with her, she pushed her a lot, but it really shows. Before this art teacher took her on, she was only interested in sketching and that was it, now she can work in a few different mediums and she's happy about it.

I was supposed to go training last night, but wasn't bothered, ended up in GUBU with some of the lads from angryPotato.net , they're a bad influence on me!

I can blame them anyway.

I'm feeling quite moody for the last day or so which looks to mean PMT is on the way, which also means I'm probably not pregnant. Pants to that I say, well, its fun trying!
Lucky I didn't put too much effort into getting that parenting site up and running, turns out one went live on May 4th with all the info we were thinking of putting together.

Good stuff as far as I'm concerned, less work for us. We have our monthly meet tonight and if not many people show we're thinking of stopping them altogether. While its good to have a support group, there is no real point in us reserving that Tuesday if people aren't bothered about showing
up.

We shall see what the numbers are like tonight.

The kid has band practice on Friday and this time it looks like the band are actually going to show up and play some music as opposed to her just hangin. I hope the neighbours have sound proofed the walls. She was chatting away to us yesterday and casually mentioned looking forward to the summer when herself and her best mate D can get stoned? Myself and Mammy2 did a double take and asked when she was planning on this happening.
"Oh, sometime in the summer, in my room"
I tried not to glare as I replied
"Your room?" although I'm sure the squeak in my voice gave away my position on it.
"There is no way you are smoking anything in your room" She just shrugged her shoulders and went back to typing on the computer, possibly ranting to the boyf about how old fashioned we were.

I know we're pretty laid pack parents but really, there's a difference between being relaxed about her hangin' and allowing her to smoke pot in her room.