Its only been a matter of days since I updated here, but good lord has it feels like a lifetime. With these last few days off work, I'm been feeling quite relaxed.
Which is just as well, really, considering the kid. Gav went and then came back again. She received a text from a friend to say he was kissing other girls and that was it as far as she was concerned.
On Saturday, she went out to band practice. Yes, believe it or not they had hired a studio and were going to practice together. Miracle of miracles.
Many costume changes were needed for this, obviously and when she finally did settle on one, she changed again. She arrived home that night well pissed off. We had taken an early night after watching the dismal display by Ireland in the world cup qualifier. There was only Shay Given's
shoulders to cheer us up and even that didn't work.
When she got home, I got up and made her tea and asked how the day went. There followed a litany of abuse against everyone and everything/Gav had ignored her, chosing to flirt with some other girl they had brought along with them to turn off amps etc. It must be a tough job, this amp
business and not being able to turn it off yourself.
Anyhew, himself and some other guy were nasty to her saying that she never does anything, no singing etc, and she claims that they won't do covers. She ended this tirade by claiming all men are barstewards. Needless to say, I was delighted with this declaration and put ideas of a chastity belt quickly to the back of my mind.
Atfer tea, hugs and some chocolate she was feeling a wee bit better, and the Sex Pistols album I bought her cheered her up.
The following morning Mammy2 administered more hugs and she was much recovered although still hated all men. Excellent. I also got rid of the tapes I had been playing to her every night. She was planning on studying for a bit on Sunday. Laid back doesn't begin to describe this girl's attitude to exams. Compared to the horror we went through with Art, this was a pleasant surprise.
The merchant of Venice was whipped out again and Mammy2 went through some poems before we left to go to Croker for the Dublin- Meath match.
Great result. Mammy2 headed onto celebrate with her brother who was up from Mayo for the day and arrived home suitable inebriated.
Monday, we went shopping and the kid wanted a lift to Darndale as she was going to 'sort stuff out' with the band? I would love to be a fly on the wall when she's sorting stuff out? What stuff? The fact that they won't do covers? The fact that they want to call the band Fluffy Bunny Feet?
God only knows, once shopping was over, she asked us to drop out just outside a dubious looking estate. There was no way we were just dropping her there. The natives were looking restless.
There followed endless eye rolling, dramatics sighs and pointing out of random houses , claiming she knew the person who lived there. Obviously in the hopes that we would just leave her there.
Finally we found the house she was looking for and she hopped out of the car, with a muttered thanks and clunked over the house, indticating that we should leave before we were seen.
She was under orders to be home by 6.30 as dinner was going to be ready then. She saunters in at 7.45. All the buses were full apparently. There was the usual hands on hips, head jauntily to one side as we expressed our disbelief that the buses were all full.
Yesterday she opened the books for a while, at the same time as she was taking in Will and Grace's latest antics. I suppose some people might think we're crazy by not forcing her to study. Firstly , if a child doesn't want to study, locking them in their room is not going to make them study. Secondly, its only the junior cert and with the year she's had, I'll just be glad if she gets through it.
Thirdly, only if you are a parent already, can you criticise! Okay?!
Now to Summer job hunting as she'll be climbing walls, or rather we'll be climbing walls with her around for the whole 3 months of summer. Maybe the local Tesco might take her!
Last night I awoke at around 3, to find the living room light still on. Thinking she'd had a last minute panic attack, I got up to see if she was alright. She was 'tidying' no less?! And she'd written a song. I asked if it was about the Merchant of Venice. Eyes narrowed.
I think she got to sleep around 4, and was up bright as a button this morning at 7. I was wrecked. Thank god I had these few days off, next week, I'll be comatose!
Now I think I better get the dinner on before the wife and kid arrive home.
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2 comments:
I am currently going through my third Junior Cert (albeit vicariously) and this time round, I don't even know the title of the Shakespeare play. Romeo and Juliet, maybe? My soon-to-be ex-junior cert student is also in a band, and has lost all his past papers under a mound of lyrics and music. The only concession he seems to have made to the whole exam process has been to eat more - with a view to keeping his strength up, one supposes.
BTW, you seem to be doing a great job under difficult circumstances, and I really enjoy your blog.
Wow, comments! I never check them and here I have 2!
D_C, is it really difficult to switch off the amp then?
I'll check it out, as we're shopping today for her bday pressie, an electric guitar, provided of course she works through her sulk.
cathy, 3rd Junior Cert, I bow down to your expierence in this field and thanks for the comments!
Bands, eh, is there a teenager out there that isn't in one?!
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