As I type this entry up, Mammy2 is boarding a plane to Montreal. She has a 3 hour stopover in Toronto, enough time to get a fridge magnet I feel. The kid started school this morning and I have to say it almost felt like a regular household this morning. Her shouting in from the kitchen with
Scuzz blaring on telly. She had her back packed up, as little makeup as she could manage to get away with and her lip ring out. She's only in until 12 so I shall call her later and see how she got on. Fingers crossed it'll go okay, she was meeting up with D when she got off the bus so the terrible
twins are back together again.
I have managed to pick up the cold that has been hanging around the apartment for the last week. Not surprising really considering the amount of sneezing that the kid and Mammy2 have been doing. Nothing like a cold to make you feel crap. The sister K and her boyf J are back from Kerry on Friday and myself and K are having a sisters's night. I hope I haven't turned into a blubbering mass at that stage only able to have conversations involving repression of my individuality and piercings.
I've jsut rang her. Her first sentence was that she thinks she should drop out of school, I managed to ignore her comment and ask her how her day was. I could hear D in the background shouting at the telly. They're cooking pizza and watching Sex in the city. Apart from being taken aside by one teacher in relation to how short her skirt was, it seemed to go okay. There's some crap thing about her not being allowed to participate in classes until she gets her books. Which is complete pants. With changing jobs and stuff, I'm still waiting for my wages to settle down and I was going to get her books next week. Looks like I'm going to have to get them this week now. I suppose I could send a note in with her.
She sounded in good form anyhow. Thank god, considering how shitty I feel, the last thing I want when I return home is a clingy teenager. So much for Vitamin C being a detterent for colds. More like a magnet. I fecking hate being sick.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
back to school
School starts tomorrow. Say a prayer for my well being around 5.30 tomorrow evening when I return from work and listen to her tirade. Mammy2 is conviently on a work trip to Montreal until Sunday. If I didn't know any better I'd say she planned this whole thing. By the time she returns I have a feeling one of us will be in a body bag. I dropped into Easons on the way home yesterday to purchase copies, pens, refill pads and science books. The place was hopping. Do people not buy in advance of returning to school or does everyone just wait until the week they are due to start back?
She has been in grand form, this could be to do with the new girl J, who's E's ex. Yes, you read correctly. She has been dating letters of the alphabet. Well, J was away in Sweden and now that she's home, they've been hanging and doing whatever teenagers do these days.
We had our 5th wedding anniversary party on the Saturday, as well as another attempt at baby making. And did I mention the Dubs match? We don't do things by halves. I think when I'm not looking, my ovaries sneak a peek at the diary and pencil themselves in for our busiest days or something because the last few times it has been mad. The party went well and the kid behaved herself. There was a good crowd at it, and lots of mingling was done.
The kid and Mammy2 are both dying of a cold, I am doing lines of Vitamin C to make sure I don't pick it up. I arrived home yesterday evening to the sounds of coughing and sneezing. It was more like a hospital then an apartment. J was over to hang out, she must really like the kid to risk the beubonic plague or whatever the kid has these days. She seems like a nice girl, but then again they all do until the kid gets bored and dumps then quicker then a hot potato.
I'm hoping school will be a smoother ride then last year, then again anything will be a step up from last year. We are still in negociations about the lip ring, she wants to wear some invisible stud in her lip that will keep the hole open for the lip ring. I am dubious about it, so I suppose it will come to a stand off tomorrow morning. Excellent stuff, just the way I like to start a Wednesday. I have nothing planned for the few days Mammy 2 is away, take it easy and try and get everything installed on the new pc so we can get rid of the old one. Its taking up so much space at the moment.
We also have to get in touch with the agents that take care of our apartment to see if we can rent it for another year. I really don't fancy moving this year with everything that's gone on. Moving is so exhausting. We shall see. Our landlady is rumoured to be a bit of an odd one, so we can only let the agency know we're interested in renting for another year and see what happens from there.
The sister and her boyf are staying in Kerry for the week and then back up to Dublin for the Friday night. I hope they get here before the killing starts, at least that way I'll have witnesses.
She has been in grand form, this could be to do with the new girl J, who's E's ex. Yes, you read correctly. She has been dating letters of the alphabet. Well, J was away in Sweden and now that she's home, they've been hanging and doing whatever teenagers do these days.
We had our 5th wedding anniversary party on the Saturday, as well as another attempt at baby making. And did I mention the Dubs match? We don't do things by halves. I think when I'm not looking, my ovaries sneak a peek at the diary and pencil themselves in for our busiest days or something because the last few times it has been mad. The party went well and the kid behaved herself. There was a good crowd at it, and lots of mingling was done.
The kid and Mammy2 are both dying of a cold, I am doing lines of Vitamin C to make sure I don't pick it up. I arrived home yesterday evening to the sounds of coughing and sneezing. It was more like a hospital then an apartment. J was over to hang out, she must really like the kid to risk the beubonic plague or whatever the kid has these days. She seems like a nice girl, but then again they all do until the kid gets bored and dumps then quicker then a hot potato.
I'm hoping school will be a smoother ride then last year, then again anything will be a step up from last year. We are still in negociations about the lip ring, she wants to wear some invisible stud in her lip that will keep the hole open for the lip ring. I am dubious about it, so I suppose it will come to a stand off tomorrow morning. Excellent stuff, just the way I like to start a Wednesday. I have nothing planned for the few days Mammy 2 is away, take it easy and try and get everything installed on the new pc so we can get rid of the old one. Its taking up so much space at the moment.
We also have to get in touch with the agents that take care of our apartment to see if we can rent it for another year. I really don't fancy moving this year with everything that's gone on. Moving is so exhausting. We shall see. Our landlady is rumoured to be a bit of an odd one, so we can only let the agency know we're interested in renting for another year and see what happens from there.
The sister and her boyf are staying in Kerry for the week and then back up to Dublin for the Friday night. I hope they get here before the killing starts, at least that way I'll have witnesses.
Monday, August 22, 2005
school is on the horizon
She's been back a week now and its taking some adjusting to having her back in our lives. That said, I seem to have adjusted a wee bit better then Mammy2 god bless her. Then again it could be PMT. Either way, we survived the weekend which was a start. The kid was in foul humour. There could be many contributing factors. The return to school and the rules which follow. The love triangle she claims she's stuck in the middle of. PMT. Or just the life of a teenager in general.
Uniform shopping was on Saturday morning and thankfully it wasn't as tramatic as I had anticipated. She made all the usual comments but actually tried it on. Then we had to go shopping for shoes for her. She has a lovely dress for the anniversary party and wanted some fancy shoes for it as well. Considering the party is next Saturday, we were cutting a bit fine. Add a stressed out Mammy2 into the mix and some hot weather and it all makes for a fun day out. Mammy2's mother and sister were calling over at 3 and at 2 we were still searching for those elusive shoes. Finally she settled on some sort of fancy shoe, don't ask me for a description. I haven't the foggiest how to describe them.
She was reasonably happy with them but in an argumentive mood. She started going on about not taking her lip ring outwhen she starts back at school. The school doesn't allow piercings so she really wants to start off on the right footing.
She instigated this conversation whilst we were walking through town and I have told her often enough I will not discuss these things when we were out and about. She wouldn't take no for an answer so I told her to shut it until we got home. Cue the pout to beat all pouts. I didn't care, I wasn't about to have this discussion on the street.
We got home and she headed to her room to sulk, most likely. The in-laws arrived a few minutes later so there was a slight thaw in the atmosphere with herself. We had a website meeting to go to that night, so she calmed down and apologised when she realised we weren't going to. After dinner, she fell asleep on the couch, so I left her to it whilst I went for the world record in getting through a pile of ironing. I kid you not. Its amazing we weren't all walking around starkers with the amount of clothes that had taken up residency in the front room.
Last night was sisters night. For sisters night , read she is sprawled on the couch, demanding tea, coke, whatever else is on offer and controls to telly as well. We usually rent out a DVD. I'm pretty sure the people in the DVD shop see us coming and push all of the crap to the front because any time we rent a DVD from this place, its pants. We are talking B movies. You can see the sets moving behind the 'actors'.
The film wasn't as bad as some of the stuff we rented. White Panic or something original like that. It was australian and they are generally good at churning out the odd gem. I say generally, because last night's film ran like a longer version of Home and Away. Still, she was happy. That might have had something to do with her latest love interest ringing from Sweden that morning.
We were in bed last night when the phone rang at around 11.30 and she was all yap to D her best mate. To summarise the conversation:
"Yeah, so like, J rang from Sweden, yeah I know, like totally. So, she was like and I was like and" etc etc.
I evenutally asked her to go into her room as I wasn't really interested in hearing their whole conversation.
"Hanging up now" was the yell back and then she continued:
"Okay, I have to go now, cause my sister is yelling at me that she needs her sleep. Yeah, something about relaxing for the baby making , cause their donor is up on Thursday and they're going to be trying again. Yuck, yeah, so anyway, I'm so going to be out of the flat for that..yeah, like freaky."
Glad to see she's totally comfortable with the situation!
Uniform shopping was on Saturday morning and thankfully it wasn't as tramatic as I had anticipated. She made all the usual comments but actually tried it on. Then we had to go shopping for shoes for her. She has a lovely dress for the anniversary party and wanted some fancy shoes for it as well. Considering the party is next Saturday, we were cutting a bit fine. Add a stressed out Mammy2 into the mix and some hot weather and it all makes for a fun day out. Mammy2's mother and sister were calling over at 3 and at 2 we were still searching for those elusive shoes. Finally she settled on some sort of fancy shoe, don't ask me for a description. I haven't the foggiest how to describe them.
She was reasonably happy with them but in an argumentive mood. She started going on about not taking her lip ring outwhen she starts back at school. The school doesn't allow piercings so she really wants to start off on the right footing.
She instigated this conversation whilst we were walking through town and I have told her often enough I will not discuss these things when we were out and about. She wouldn't take no for an answer so I told her to shut it until we got home. Cue the pout to beat all pouts. I didn't care, I wasn't about to have this discussion on the street.
We got home and she headed to her room to sulk, most likely. The in-laws arrived a few minutes later so there was a slight thaw in the atmosphere with herself. We had a website meeting to go to that night, so she calmed down and apologised when she realised we weren't going to. After dinner, she fell asleep on the couch, so I left her to it whilst I went for the world record in getting through a pile of ironing. I kid you not. Its amazing we weren't all walking around starkers with the amount of clothes that had taken up residency in the front room.
Last night was sisters night. For sisters night , read she is sprawled on the couch, demanding tea, coke, whatever else is on offer and controls to telly as well. We usually rent out a DVD. I'm pretty sure the people in the DVD shop see us coming and push all of the crap to the front because any time we rent a DVD from this place, its pants. We are talking B movies. You can see the sets moving behind the 'actors'.
The film wasn't as bad as some of the stuff we rented. White Panic or something original like that. It was australian and they are generally good at churning out the odd gem. I say generally, because last night's film ran like a longer version of Home and Away. Still, she was happy. That might have had something to do with her latest love interest ringing from Sweden that morning.
We were in bed last night when the phone rang at around 11.30 and she was all yap to D her best mate. To summarise the conversation:
"Yeah, so like, J rang from Sweden, yeah I know, like totally. So, she was like and I was like and" etc etc.
I evenutally asked her to go into her room as I wasn't really interested in hearing their whole conversation.
"Hanging up now" was the yell back and then she continued:
"Okay, I have to go now, cause my sister is yelling at me that she needs her sleep. Yeah, something about relaxing for the baby making , cause their donor is up on Thursday and they're going to be trying again. Yuck, yeah, so anyway, I'm so going to be out of the flat for that..yeah, like freaky."
Glad to see she's totally comfortable with the situation!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
absence makes the heart grow fonder
She's been gone a grand total of 6 days. And whilst we feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying the break so much, we can appease that somewhat by knowing she's having a ball over there.
She flew out to Holland on the Thursday evening and was supposed to come back on the Friday night but wants to stay longer as there's some music festival on. Thankfully the sister has a good mate who's offered to get her flight home on the Sunday, else she'd be coming home on the Friday.
With school looming around the corner, we've to buy a brand new uniform, which will probably cost well over 100 yo yos and then the dreaded books. I'm hoping there is some system in place whereby we can rent them else you are talking well over 200 yo yos for new books.
I received an email from the sister in Holland during the week to inform me the kid was none too impressed with my insisting that R, the ex-boyf not stay over at all. We're not taking her lesbianism seriously enough. Which reminds me, I must rid the house of razors and burn all her bras before she returns. Oh and stock up herbal tea. Wonder is that taking it seriously enough.
Its madness. So, the weekend was lovely. We headed to Kilkenny with the best mates, A and S. We made it to Kilkenny some time after 10, having left Dublin at 7. Yes, if you do the maths, you do indeed get it right. 3 hours to get to a place that's 1 hr 15 minutes drive for us. We took a wrong turn and ended up in Wicklow. With traffic being so bad in town, there was no point in turning back so we made the descision to head to Gorey and then 'nip' accross country to the N10 and from there Kilkenny. Stress levels were a tad high as we drove through places that looked older then Ireland itself. People lived in these areas?
A drove from Athlone and got there before us. Lots of slagging commenced when we finally made it there. We don't see much of A since she moved from Dublin so it was good to catch up on all her antics. And what antics! Tag rugby, salsa as well as gardening and moulding floors. S and A both recently purchased houses and try as they might to avoid talking about all things housey, there was still the odd snippet of conversation in relation to furnishings and dyson and professional weeds.
I vow not to mention anything about our house if we buy in the next few years. Same goes for having a child.
You can quote me on this.
Other then house holdy things, A's next pet project is Reiki. Now I'm not sure where I sit with all this healing malarky but I was interested nonetheless. The stuff seems to work for her which is the main thing. I personally wouldn't be a big fan. Some wine, some beer, good food and a guided tour of Kilkenny Castle where Mammy2 was none too impressed with the lack of mention of Elenoar Butler , who caused a scandal by running off with her maid and moving to Wales. Considering it had been 4 years since we were last away as a group, we parted ways that Sunday evening vowing not
too leave it as long the next time. With A being shipped off to Montreal next week with work for god only knows how long, it could just well be that long again.
We had taken the Monday off to spend some quality time together and ended up out in the in-laws painting cartoon characters on the wall. That and fending off questions from an inquisitive 3 year old. They have the strangest ideas in their heads.
Of course Mammy2 was like something from Playschool. Her voice goes up about 5 octaves when she's talking to them, so much so that I think only the kids and the dogs can hear her.
She flew out to Holland on the Thursday evening and was supposed to come back on the Friday night but wants to stay longer as there's some music festival on. Thankfully the sister has a good mate who's offered to get her flight home on the Sunday, else she'd be coming home on the Friday.
With school looming around the corner, we've to buy a brand new uniform, which will probably cost well over 100 yo yos and then the dreaded books. I'm hoping there is some system in place whereby we can rent them else you are talking well over 200 yo yos for new books.
I received an email from the sister in Holland during the week to inform me the kid was none too impressed with my insisting that R, the ex-boyf not stay over at all. We're not taking her lesbianism seriously enough. Which reminds me, I must rid the house of razors and burn all her bras before she returns. Oh and stock up herbal tea. Wonder is that taking it seriously enough.
Its madness. So, the weekend was lovely. We headed to Kilkenny with the best mates, A and S. We made it to Kilkenny some time after 10, having left Dublin at 7. Yes, if you do the maths, you do indeed get it right. 3 hours to get to a place that's 1 hr 15 minutes drive for us. We took a wrong turn and ended up in Wicklow. With traffic being so bad in town, there was no point in turning back so we made the descision to head to Gorey and then 'nip' accross country to the N10 and from there Kilkenny. Stress levels were a tad high as we drove through places that looked older then Ireland itself. People lived in these areas?
A drove from Athlone and got there before us. Lots of slagging commenced when we finally made it there. We don't see much of A since she moved from Dublin so it was good to catch up on all her antics. And what antics! Tag rugby, salsa as well as gardening and moulding floors. S and A both recently purchased houses and try as they might to avoid talking about all things housey, there was still the odd snippet of conversation in relation to furnishings and dyson and professional weeds.
I vow not to mention anything about our house if we buy in the next few years. Same goes for having a child.
You can quote me on this.
Other then house holdy things, A's next pet project is Reiki. Now I'm not sure where I sit with all this healing malarky but I was interested nonetheless. The stuff seems to work for her which is the main thing. I personally wouldn't be a big fan. Some wine, some beer, good food and a guided tour of Kilkenny Castle where Mammy2 was none too impressed with the lack of mention of Elenoar Butler , who caused a scandal by running off with her maid and moving to Wales. Considering it had been 4 years since we were last away as a group, we parted ways that Sunday evening vowing not
too leave it as long the next time. With A being shipped off to Montreal next week with work for god only knows how long, it could just well be that long again.
We had taken the Monday off to spend some quality time together and ended up out in the in-laws painting cartoon characters on the wall. That and fending off questions from an inquisitive 3 year old. They have the strangest ideas in their heads.
Of course Mammy2 was like something from Playschool. Her voice goes up about 5 octaves when she's talking to them, so much so that I think only the kids and the dogs can hear her.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
hell on toast
She's pmting. its quite scary when you enter a room and her head turns ala Regan. I regret the fact that the nearest church with holy water is a good 20 minute walk from me. Since breaking up with the gf, she has become a recluse, or she'd like to think she's a recluse. The crew from Darndale have fallen from the pedestal where they sat. They are no longer her crew, she has moved on from them so not hanging with anyone. I do feel sorry for her as teenagers are supposed to hang with people of their own age. Its no wonder she's miserable when all she has to look forward to is a Charmed weekend on Living?!
She's still friends with the ex and a couple of her friends as well, so she met up with them over the weekend. Thank god. Yesterday, a black cloud followed her around the apartment as she lounged on the couch. When asked what was wrong, she would just shrug or mumer nuttin. Mammy2 cooked pasta for her as we were heading ou on Date night, but the pasta just wouln't go down her throat. Strange how crisps and chocolate manage to make their way though.
Whilst heading to the cinema on Sunday night, we bumped into her new friends and she has suddenly got a new love interest. Some girl in the gang of friends. She headed out last night to meet them and hang. Thank god. And it went well, but I know what's going to happen, she'll get the girl, go out with her for a few weeks, maybe, and then dump her. I think the best thing that could happen to her is if she falls for someone and they do the dumping. Then maybe, she'll stop breaking hearts!
Its getting near that time of year where the school uniforms are starting to appear on the shops. Oh , joy, the return to school and the continued oppresion of teenagers, the gospel according to the kid. And lest we forget the results of the junior cert. They should be barrel of laughs.
Just back from meeting with her pysch and apparently things are going so good, she doesn't have to go again. Her gp can prescribe her pills for her every month and keep an eye on her mood.
I can't believe its only been 8 months since she was in A&E? It feels so much longer and she's doing so much better. Whilst her moods are frustrating, at least she's acting like a normal teenager, moody and making our lives miserable at times!
I wouldn't have it any other way.
She was online to the ex-boyf at the weekend and she froze after typing for a bit. "Oh my god, R had the exact same dream as me last night" I was tempted to ask if it was another dream about Armageddon but decided with her current mood that I valued my life too much.
This empath thing is quite funny, I didn't realise that empaths can feel what fictional characters are going through? Apparently All dogs go to Heaven was a killer for her?! It took all my energy not to laugh out loud, I didn't think she'd appreciate it. At least her wiccan stuff we can take more seriously, except when she leaves lists out for us. Candles fair enough, incense, should
be no problem. 12 ears of corn????? When we told her it wasn't possible, she said she'd settle for wheat. I asked would Weetabix do. She was not impressed!
She's still friends with the ex and a couple of her friends as well, so she met up with them over the weekend. Thank god. Yesterday, a black cloud followed her around the apartment as she lounged on the couch. When asked what was wrong, she would just shrug or mumer nuttin. Mammy2 cooked pasta for her as we were heading ou on Date night, but the pasta just wouln't go down her throat. Strange how crisps and chocolate manage to make their way though.
Whilst heading to the cinema on Sunday night, we bumped into her new friends and she has suddenly got a new love interest. Some girl in the gang of friends. She headed out last night to meet them and hang. Thank god. And it went well, but I know what's going to happen, she'll get the girl, go out with her for a few weeks, maybe, and then dump her. I think the best thing that could happen to her is if she falls for someone and they do the dumping. Then maybe, she'll stop breaking hearts!
Its getting near that time of year where the school uniforms are starting to appear on the shops. Oh , joy, the return to school and the continued oppresion of teenagers, the gospel according to the kid. And lest we forget the results of the junior cert. They should be barrel of laughs.
Just back from meeting with her pysch and apparently things are going so good, she doesn't have to go again. Her gp can prescribe her pills for her every month and keep an eye on her mood.
I can't believe its only been 8 months since she was in A&E? It feels so much longer and she's doing so much better. Whilst her moods are frustrating, at least she's acting like a normal teenager, moody and making our lives miserable at times!
I wouldn't have it any other way.
She was online to the ex-boyf at the weekend and she froze after typing for a bit. "Oh my god, R had the exact same dream as me last night" I was tempted to ask if it was another dream about Armageddon but decided with her current mood that I valued my life too much.
This empath thing is quite funny, I didn't realise that empaths can feel what fictional characters are going through? Apparently All dogs go to Heaven was a killer for her?! It took all my energy not to laugh out loud, I didn't think she'd appreciate it. At least her wiccan stuff we can take more seriously, except when she leaves lists out for us. Candles fair enough, incense, should
be no problem. 12 ears of corn????? When we told her it wasn't possible, she said she'd settle for wheat. I asked would Weetabix do. She was not impressed!
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