Staplers

I am so tired. We were supposed to attend a table quiz last night. We arrived on time, they decided to start the quiz early. I mean does Irish time mean nothing any more? The kid was in great form when I got home. It was Thursday and closer to the weekend. That and the fact that we go clothes shopping on Saturday. Yes , its all good as far as she's concerned. She brought in a poster she had designed for soem disability competition. It is very good. She was happy enough with it and the art teacher was waxing lyrical about her apparently. She was mortified in Maths though, or so she says when the maths teacher was giving back the results of the maths exam, she got 50, not happy, but the teacher asked herself and another girl to stay back after class. She was giving out to the other
girl who dropped down into her class from honours maths because she did so bad in her test. She turned to the kid and mentioned seeing the poster in the staff room and how impressed she was with it. I'd say the kid was glowing.

It was so cold yesterday, she was straight into her jammies and dressing gown and onto the couch to watch charmed. I fought my way through a mountain of laundry. Seriously, I feel like I work in a dry cleaners sometimes. There is a never ending cycle of it. And the washing machine is the most unfriendly household item. It doesn't recognise the word program. You have to tell it that it really should rinse the clothes once its washed them. Then you have to tell it that it might be a good idea if it spun them as they're quite wet. Sort of takes the whole automany thing out of the equation. Don't get me started on the noise of it. Just because its working , it wants all the attention.

Next week is ovulation. We haven't had an attempt since before christmas and I'm in a positive mood about this one. I'm also hoping the old ovaries are more open to new things and have taken a fresh look at insemination.

Did I mention how glad I was that its Friday? Well, I will. I'm glad its Friday. The weekend looms ahead with rugby, the lovely Michalak is playing for France tomorrow against us. He is such a yummy man.

The kid is heading down to the boyf's again. I think she likes it because its the country.
Even though she loves Dublin and all it offers, I think sometimes, even though she'd never admit it, she missed the countryside. I do as well. The smell of silage or hay. Insert other nostalgic moments here. You get the picture.

I'm off to find something in my drawer to eat. The stapler is looking tasty right now. I wonder what the nutrional value of staples are these days.