Its been a mad few days and my body is starting to complain about the socialising. I hate to say it but my age is starting to show! I feel like I just want to crawl into bed and not get out until next week. Although chances are the pillows will want to partee.. Feckers.
Weekend was good, went too fast. Friday night was sister's night as Mammy2 had her christmas party. I was dying of period pain and refusing to talk to my ovaries, who were called all the names under the sun. Mammy2 informed me of the good news, which states that its a good thing that I'm in such pain once a month as it means the ovaries are reacting to the sperm. Reacting how is what I want to know? Reacting as in " Oh there you are, watch him ladies, his intentions are anything but honourable" or reacting as in "Good lord, you are not putting that anywhere near me". Or "How you doin?" said in a Joey(Friends) voice.
The kid then decided to have an 'interesting' discussion on how techniclly, this appears to be her word du jour at the moment, the sperm rapes the ovary? I asked her where she got such an idea from and wait for it. "In Look who's talking" she started and I had to stop her there. She was basing theories on a movie. She continued despite my incredulous look. The ovary wants nothing to do with the sperm yet it contines to chase the egg around the place. I had a visual of musical chairs going on in and around the vacinity of my womb and then thought that it would cause a lot of pain having
body parts doing that. Although I am in pain anyway, so 'technically' it could be happening.
In the midst of a texting marathon on Sunday, she threw the follwing out:
"How come I don't get christmas clothes. EVERYONE else does"
Silence from us. This is the first I've heard of it to be honest and I won't mention our poor background where Mam had to draw shoes on our feet. Mammy2 had heard of it and she had christmas clothes bought for her every year. Don't say the word middle class around her family though, they suffer from Middle Class guilt. There's a lot of it going around apparently. I told the kid that it was too late this year for us to get her clothes, whilst under my breath the words "not in this lifetime" were being muttered. I mentioned that she could get some next year if she wanted, depending on how the finances are. I think she thinks our bank account is a bottomless pit and that we work all these hours to buy her christmas clothes and pay for her tatoo. She wants to get a tatoo for her birthday and so she went into the tatoo place and asked how much it would cost. She had an idea of what she wants done etc.
In and around 300 euros, so she'd pay half, obviously with her large button collection, and we'd pay the rest. Because we were going to spend 150 euros on her birthday. Again the words in this lifetime came to mind. As she climbed on the bus this morning, she shouted back that she might be getting into trouble with the art teacher because she didn't do her essay, I asked why and she
muttered something about me not being around. I'm sure Mammy2 would have loved to waffle about art given half the chance, but I get the feeling she doesn't want to do the essay. The holidays can't come soon enough for all concerned!
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