Leaving the nest.

The kid is moving in with her best mate D as soon as school finishes. She reckons that with herself and D working 2 jobs and starting college, they should be well able to afford a 2 bedroomed. Obviously they might need some financial assitance from us. I raised an eyebrow at this and informed her financial assistence will be for college if she decides to go and that's about. She was full of the joys of spring yesterday so nothing could slight her mood.

She met with D after school for a bag of chips and they obviously planned this moving in together stint then. She was very funny in relation to how much rent actually is. When she asked me how much we pay and I informed her, she was like "a MONTH , I thought it was every 2/3 months", it knocked some of the wind out of her. There was a quick phone call to D, some "yeah, no, I thought it was every month, okay, you think about it and get back to me". Phone hung up and then back to homework.

The weekend was fairly ineventful where she was concerned. I think its too cold for her to stay out past curfew. The boyfriend headed home early as it was freezing on Saturday night. When we got home , she was tucked up in bed with about 3 layers around her. We were out with Mammy2's parents. It was her mother's birthday and we met them after they had their meal for a few drinks.
Town was mental, its been ages since we were out in town of a Saturday night, we usually stay closer to home. It was also so cold, the winter is definetly settling in. I love the cold though, reminds me of home. Dublin never used to suffer with the frost and freezing fog, whereas down home it was great! The only thing I wouldn't like about this really cold weather is the poor elderly. They always
seem to bear the brunt of any cold snap.

Sunday, we had planned to cook stew. We left her to watch it whilst we went uptown to watch The Traveller Girl. Excellent movie, really makes me grateful for what you have. We arrived home to find the stew stuck to the bottom of the saucepan, she swears she stirred but to be honest she didn't look like she'd moved from her permanent position beside the PC. Luckily we had potatoes, so a spud dinner was what we settled on. Of course as soon as she was finished eating, she was DYING of cramps. I went for a shower and 2 minutes later, she barreled past me into the bathroom announcing that she was dying and did no-one care. As you may gather if you have been reading this blog for any period of time, when it comes to illnesses the kid is well up all things that ail you. If there's a dose going, chances are she has it. I'm not sure where this came from, whether as a result of Mam's illness or if it was always there.

So, when she is moaning whilst sitting on the toilet about how much pain she is, whilst texting with one hand at the same time, excuse us if we're not killing her with sympathy. I calmly explained that it was most likely cramps from eating properly seeing as her sole diet of a Saturday is brought to her courtesy of MacDonalds. She seemed to take this suggestion on board and I also warned her about improving her eating habits. When she gets in from school, I can understand her being starving, but instead of having a bowl of noodles, if she'd get some fruit or something to keep her going until we got home and cooked or even better she learned to cook for herself, when she wouldn't have these problems of cramps etc. Trying to explain this to a teenager is a waste of time though. The minute the cramps clear up, she's back to not giving a damn what she puts in her body.

Tonight and tomorrow, we are giving this baby making malarky another go. Mammy2 had the embaressing task of going into a chemist to ask for a smaller syringe. She managed to acquire one without having to tell the lovely lady behind the counter what it was for. We shall see how this attempt goes. I've been trying to do everything right, less units of alcholol, keep the stress levels down, etc etc, but I suppose there's only so much you can do and the rest in the hands of your ovaries. Feckers. I mean, they're great really. They are just soooo choosy. I mean, what was wrong with the last few guys that we sent up there. Perhaps a report might help as to what sort of swimmers they prefer. But nothing. No feedback, no Studies show that your ovaries prefer this type of swimmer. So we just try and wait.

But I've for the countdown to christmas to take my mind off things such as am I pregnant. We've got tickets to the opening night of A Christmas Carol, and the kid is all excited about going. Between that and christmas parties and the Golden Spiders awards ceremony, I won't have time to sit and brood as to when will I get pregnant. The Spiders are like the Internet Oscars for Ireland. Very posh and black tie. Hence I need to get a dress. I could borrow the one the kid wore to our anniversay do, yes, we are all the same size. Titchs the lot of us. I don't really want to splash out on a new dress which will probably be worn once a year.

Speaking of clothes, she had a non-uniform day today to raise money for some charity or other. Needless to say she was delighted. Lip piercing in, makeup on, flares and her knee length boots. I think she's going to enjoy thwarting the teachers today. She's been doing really well in school. She got her Art essay back on tatoos and she got an A. She was well impressed with herself. She is also allowed re-sit her Irish exam, as she was out for 2 days last week with a chill. She spoke to the Irish teacher and she's allowed to re-sit it. I was amazed that she went and spoke to the teacher herself.

HMV are looking for part time employees, so she's supposed to be dropping up there today as she's on a half day from school. It would be an ideal job for her with her interest in music, but somehow I can't see her doing anything more then dropping her cv in and scarppering. Although with this intention of herself and D getting their own place, it might be motivation for her. We shall see!