Feeling blah

The sun is shining, its Friday and the PMT has lessened considerably. The fact that I haven't killed anyone is a major bonus I feel. The last few days have been blah, i was in bed all day Wednesday due to lack of energy and feeling like poo. Getting better though and on the road to recovery. I don't do illness or feeling crap well, as you may have noticed.
So, the week passed. The kid was sick again, some vomiting bug which doesn't make her vomit but makes her feel VERY sick and causes her to grip her stomach dramatically every few minutes. Yesterday she was dying from it, a miraculous recovery ensued and she was heading into school today. The boyf came third in the battle of the bands on Wedensday night. He dropped by the apartment during a soundtrack and his fingers were alledgely bleeding. He got embaressed when I called him a rock star. The kid is well chuffed with him coming third, more so then first, because first
would have mean him going to Germany and doing some touring. We've come to the conclusion he must be an alright guitarest, even if he plays it too loudly.

I arrived home from work yesterday in foul form, god only knows why, pick a reason, any reason, I am sure it'll do. On the table was a letter from the school and the first few pargraphs read something along the lines of
"As you are aware the fifth year of school is a vital year for developing and working hard towards your daughters leaving cert year, however some students take this year as an oppurtunity to doss and do no work. "
My frown was getting worse until I got to the final paragraph, which read and I shall have to frame it:"

"However, your daughter is not one of these students. She is a hard working student etc" I am paraphrasing, I shall get the entire letter and share it with you. Its times like that I appreciate how much of an effort she is making and how I should overlook the fact that her hair glows blood red and the principal wants her to change it, or that she is 'sick' a lot of the time. All part of the rollercoaster of being a parent.

Speaking of parenting, I got a postcard from the ovaries. Back packing around Europe they are at the moment and said to call them when our man is around. We skipped last month as he was a busy young fella, so I am hoping this month if those witches are up for it, we might give it another go.
We are on The Afternoon Show next Thursday on RTE1, its some day-time show which covers various issues, and next week they are looking at Alternative Families or something like that. We met with the researcher and had a good chat with her and the angle they are taking is very positive. However we said that we would not be comfortable with the kid being on it. They were grand about that. Its back to being the only lesbians in the village.

Nothing planned for this weekend, we were supposed to be travelling down home to visit the grave as we didn't get to put flowers on it for Mother's day but I don't think I have the energy for much this weekend and visiting the grave is always quite draining. I feel it drags us out of our current bubble where we can pretend that Mam is just gone away for a while. Standing at her headstone reading the words Died 15th May 2004 just gives me the shivers. I never used the D work, I use passed away. And hey, if works for me. Lets talk about squirrels and tractors.

Enough of this maudlin talk. Lets talk about squirrels and tractors.