The ghost of christmas past.

This weekend was hectic. Christmas shopping done and dusted. Wrapped and under the tree , yes that's right I did say tree. It went up last night along with decorations and tinsel and lots of other festive decorations! Poor Mammy2 was at her wits end trying to untangle lights. As per every year, one set of lights had to go. We were prepared for this though, and had an extra set.

9.00 Saturday morning, we were up and having breakfast. She was up because the boyf J had band pratice. We had met him the previous evening. It was ice cold and they were hanging in the courtyard again. We thought it was stupid with them freezing their butts off so we said they could come up. He was petrifed which I was delighted about. No need for the scarey talk just yet. They hung out in the room complete, with open door. I wasn't that niave. And then comes the statement no parent wants to know about. Mammy2 deals with all the sex talk stuff, I just cannot. As far as I'm concerned the kid is this small titch complete with nappy and not some sexual deviant. However,
Mammy2 indicated that she was indeed sexually active with the boyf. It took a huge amount of willpower not to go into the room and throw him out the window. We're only on the 2nd floor, he'd break an arm or something but wouldn't be too badly hurt.

Of cours in these situations, its always easier to blame the other person. There's no way the kid would instigate anything. This is what I chose to believe. Anyhew, Mammy2 is bringing her to the doctor this week for a check up. I'm not going to go down the route of in my day, because there's no point. She is fast on her way to adulthood and us grounding her or stopping her from seeing J is not going to change things. It might only make matters worse. I did say to Mammy2 that hell will freeze over before she gets up to anything in the apartment. Mammy2 is under the impression that the boy is too scared to try anything. I believe where teenagers and hormones are concerned anything is possible. And the fact that he isn't even shaving yet? Teenage boys are a conumdrum I've decided. Not yet shaving but able to have sex. Scary stuff.

Christmas shopping done, we met her for a late lunch. She devoured a salad, some pizza and a glass of coke before heading back to the boyf's band practice. It must be love, if she sits for the whole day whilst he strums away on the guitar. All day. Some of Saturday was also spent trying to find a dress for myself. I've got a black tie do to go this Thursday and I want to get someone fancy to wear. Is it too much to ask to get a dress that doesn't make me look like either a hooker or a transvestite? I mean , these are not looks I'm trying to cultivate but it appears to be what I end
up looking like.

Mammy2 thinks I could get away with wearing a smart trousers suit, I think she's worred about how cold I'll be. I wouldn't mind a smart trousers suit if I knew I wasn't going to be the only one in it. So this evening some more shopping and then a descision has to be made.

The kid is PMTing at the moment and holy god, yesterday was hell on toast. We did the grocery shopping and threw some choccy her way. Not that it worked. Things escalated when we were unpacking the decorations and found The BOOK? If you have been following this blog from its inception, you may rememeber a corn beef spirit and a possessed book. Well, this was the book I found. She was hanging in the room conjuring up spirits from the dead or whatever PMT teenagers do these days. After myself and Mammy2 had a good laugh at the book, mainly from the memories it invoked I had thought she would be able to look back and laugh. But no. When I went into the room to show her the book, she let a scream and ran to ring D about the possessed book. Apparently they threw it out. TWICE and now its back. Cue dramatic music.

There was an emergency phone call to D and plans were afoot as to how to get rid of it. I left them to it, there was dinner to be cooked. Last night being sisters night, once I'd armed myself with holy water we headed to the cinema to see The Exorcism of Emily Rose, the irony was not wasted on me.
Being the Savoy, one usually doesn't have to book. I say usually. The only film there were any tickets left for were Flight Plan. I didn't think that this was a film she'd be interested in, so I headed back to the foyer to tell her. Cue choirs of small boys shuffling behind me as I walked up and told her. 5 minutes later I was standing at the ticket place again booking 2 tickest to Flight Plan.

Surprisingly enough she enjoyed it? There were a couple of moments where she said she was going to be sick and a couple of moments where she was going to assault some people in tracksuits, for some reason these people seem to antagonise her more, but all in all, it was a success. Until we came out of the cinema to walk home. We live approx 20 minutes from the cinema and she wanted to get the LUAS. I braved the onslaught and we walked home. I then high-tailed it to bed asking Mammy2 to do the morning shift. There's only so much negativity one can take of a day or two.

I hope the period arrives soon, I don't know how much more of this one can take!