from cool sis to biatch in the space of a few hours..

I went from being the best sister ever to a miserable coot in the space of 2 days. How great is that?!
Clothes shopping on Saturday morning from around 10 o'clock. It really is the only time to shop, no queues anywhere from ATMs to trying things on. We started on Talbot street and worked our way all the way up Henry street do Pennies, where she over dosed on underwear and pyjamas. She has a fascination with pyjamas. I think she gets that from the sister in Holland who is obessed with sleep and food in that order I think.

Laden down with shopping bags full , we headed for a coffee in Roasters cafe in the Jervis Shopping Centre. A complete rip-off, I honestly don't know why I am surprised these days with the cost of things in Dublin. Shopping trip completed and back home for 1.30, we had to get our stuff together and head back up town for the angry potato treasure hunt, which we were organising. Just about enough time to draw breath. She was busy trying on everything she had bought. Lots of squeals and "How cool do I look" type thing. She had received some money from people as a result of doing so well in her junior cert and with that cash she purchased a pair of boots that go from her feet all the way to her knees.
Which she is in love with. Loads more squeals. Of course, she had to borrow money from us to put towards the boots, so she's back to owing us pocket money.

She was supposed to be going to a party on the Saturday night and staying over. Long discussion was had about rules and no alcohol/drugs/sex etc. Lots of rolling eyes back. That was the plan. We arrive home around 10 to an empty apartment all good. At around 12.30, I hear the front door open. I bound out of bed and demand to know what she's doing home and at this time. She was yacking away about not wanting to go to the party and she was just 'hanging' in MacDonalds until 12. I was too tired for 'the talk' so I said we would discuss it in the morning.

She then gestured to her eyebrow, which she said she decided to get pierced. After I don't know how may dicussions we had in relation to the school rules and piercings , she goes and gets a bar through her eyebrow. I again referred to talking about it in the morning. I was fuming though and had dreams about confronting her and grounding her for life. That morning, I had a chat with Mammy2 and it was agreed that this time, she was going to do the chastising. We settled on grounding for the week and no credit for her phone which she wanted us to get for her. I think she was getting off lightly considering she was waaaay over curfew and she got her feckin eyebrow pierced.

Mammy2 blessed herself a number of times , grabbed a bottle of holy water and headed for 'the talk'. The following snippets are all I could hear:
"but just listen, see this is what happened.."
"but I can wear a plaster over it and they'll never know"
"yeah I know but I just"
"yeah, but I'm sorry and it won't happen again"
"but, yeah"
"yeah, but"

Mammy2 got out alive with a grounding and no credit for her phone as well as her owing us a month's worth of pocket money. I thought she did well. She didn't even need the holy water.

I think her good humour has a lot to do with a new man in her life, yes, the lesbian phase that we are just not taking seriously enough is dropped quicker then a westlife ticket and now she is seeing J. He's in a rock band. I asked her if she had made him aware of her lifestyle choice to whice I received a wallop in response. Off she toddled to school, with plaster protruding from her eyebrow. She's getting it removed this evening and if it costs money, that's another weeks' pocket money gone. I love the way she spends money before she even gets it? Are all teenagers like this? One wonders what she'll be like when gets a job. See how I am still staying positive about this?!

Its Monday and not a sign of any peeved ovaries. On the plus side, this means we shall be able to have an attempt this month, thankfully as it will be well past our man's bday. Hopefully he can make it up mid-week, no pun intended.