home sweet home

I arrive home to find her hunched over the computer sending text messages via the internet. Free broadband is a blessing. One of the perks of the new job. I think she is starting to miss her free texts. What gave me the hint was that she wanted to change her punishment for the week. She was willing to hand over the phone for the remaining three days if she could get credit. Yes, I must have looked like I came down in the last shower. I re-iterated what I had said about her owing us 20 euros and so that's where the money for her credit went. More eye rolling and endless tapping on the keyboard.

Its all the worse now according to her because she can't text her boyfriend when she's in school. I resisted the urge to say something along the lines of "You shouldn't be texting when you're in school anyway" I felt this might be counterproductive!

She had cooked herself chicken noodle soup for dinner. Given the current mood, I refrained from mentioning vegetarians don't eat chicken. I valued my life too much for that. With Mammy2 working late, I decided to work on tidying the place up. A coke bottle thrown here, dirty underwear in the bathroom and a pile of washing up. Domestic bliss in the home of the mammies. She has calmed down thank god and is now using up all the available hot water. She will be out soon enough to throw me off the PC so she can send free texts. I don't mind really, being on the PC all day is tiring enough without spending most of the evening on it, even if it is free.

I shall go and start dinner for Mammy2.