returning home

Mammy2 returned from the wilds of Montreal and had a blast. I didn't realise how much I missed her until she returned, sounds stupid I know. The weekend passed way too quickly for my liking. Was dying of a hangover on Saturday as well as still having the cold and felt miserable. I blame the hangover on the sister K, who I was out with the previous night. I'm not able for mad nights out anymore methinks. Anyhew, I was a pathetic shell on Saturday just about managing to get out of bed and cook dinner for the kid and J, who dropped around after their date. I was supposed to meet P that evening for tea and jaffa cakes, but in my current condition I asked him to re-schedule, god bless him he didn't mind. I crawled back to bed vowing to constantly stock up on Vitamin C so as not to get any more colds.

I was working Sunday evening. It was strange coming out here whilst it was so empty. It all went well and my boss dropped me home around 7.30ish as the heavens opened. Me being niave didn't think to bring a jacket or any sort of protection against the rain. Because it never rains in Ireland. I was allowed to take time in leiu for working the Sunday night, so yesterday morning after walking the kid to the bus stop and having the usual argument about school and makeup and rules and repressed individuality, I got the bus out to the airport to meet Mammy2.

Before her flight landed, the place was hopping with cameras and reporters. It turns out some more Irish people who survived the hurricane Katrina. Quite an emotional reunion. I nearly shed a tear before I pulled myself together. Eventually herself comes toddling out of the arrival gates and there was lots of hugs. We refrained from kissing etc. Sometimes I hate that side of things, other couples were all over each other and we just hugged. Pants is what I say. Anyhew, she was home and that was all that mattered.

I headed home with her and caught up on all the Montreal news from her before heading back out to work. I wasn't in the mood of working and the day was beautiful. Sunshine, a rarity in these parts. We had date night last night and caught up on all the goings on in each others lives. A nice meal in Luigi's followed by some drinks in the Morrison. Mammy2 made loads of contacts and some really good mates. One of the girls she hung around with had a kid with her partner. They did it the exact same way we are going about it and after 2 attempts were pregnant. Lucky feckers. However, she is certain its going to happen for us, its only a matter of time or something like that. Well, I am due this week, and all signs of PMT are pointing towards another failed attempt. Not that I'm getting downhearted by it at all. I am feeling more confident then ever that it will happen when its meant to.

We're, as in gay people, are getting a lot of bad press recently with this whole furore over gay couples adopting. There was a poll on ireland.com and I don't know why I did it, but I read some of the comments.

My 4 daughters use to like staying over at their friends homes during the holidays and I didn't bat an eyelid as I knew they were safe. If, on the other hand, they had been boys instaed of girls and the parents of the friend were a couple of liberal, active homosexuals, would I have let my them go? The answer is no. I wouldn't put a baby boy in their hands either. It's not about rights, it's abour risk. Sorry.

Why oh why do people still associate paeophilla with gay people? I mean, its just so frustrating. Yesterday, whilst heading home from work, we passed this little girl, she was 5 or 6 , in her school uniform wandering along chattering away. Beside her was , what I can only assume was her mother/gaurdian/whatever completly off her head. She was walking somewhat insteadly and really out of it. This person is a parent. I'll get off my soap box. I just don't get it, if you don't have any information about what gay people are like as parents, research it. Don't throw out the old a child needs 2 parents, one male and one female. How many single parents are there out there doing a fantastic job raising kids?

So, back to the kid in our life. Her results are out in a week's time. If she's still in the school to get them. She's arranging a meeting with the vice today to discuss make-up etc. I can see it ending in tears. I wished her well with it.