Twix for Breakfast

I knew it was too good to last. Not the twix now, I'll get to that. The kid being a regular teenager. Perhaps she is being a regular teenager and we don't know how to deal with it. Yesteday was a mad day in work, I was really busy and had to learn stuff as well. That coupled with having a minor pouting session because I'm Billy No mates at the moment in work. The girl I usually hang out with is out sick for the week. So lunch all by myself. On the plus side, there's always Taaaayto. After work I met Mammy2 for a pint. She wasn't able for her therapy session, she has it this morning instead. We watched some of the match, or rather Mammy2 watched some of the match, Arsenal were playing some team. I'm a huge fan of soccer as you can tell :)

I got to bed early enough but was still wrecked. The kid had told me she was hanging with some fella called Dano or Dobbin or something. Begins with a D and doesn't sound like his real name. She then preceeded to tell Mammy2 that she was hanging with L, the best mate she suddenly fancies although
she fancied him all the time, she just didn'te tell us, god, like does she have to tell us everything. Last night, at around 11.15 , Mammy2 gets a txt, note I didn't, about how she missed the last bus and she's really sorry etc. I was nearly knocked over with the steam coming out of Mammy2's ears. She was fuming. Granted she had every right, but if she stayed that mad there would be no sleep. The kid said she'd stay over at L's. Convienently, one would think she had nearly planned all of this. Would she be so devilish? Yes, I guess she would.

This morning I was just out of the shower when I heard her come in. I get dressed and head into her room asking her why she wasn't getting into her uniform. She was draped across the bed in dramatic fashion, as only a teenager can. One arm thrown across her face. She replied saying she was wrecked, she was up most of the night 'doing her essay'. I think she must think I came down in the last shower. I told her we would talk tonight. I injected enough into my tone to let her know I wasn't happy. Although the poor thing thinks Mammy2 is the soft touch. God help her.

Also, she NEEDS a hair straightener. You know I will never understand women and hair straighteners. Chances are because I have short hair. Anyways, things have gotten to such a bad state that I was thinking of appealing to a charity to help us out. She has to, now wait for this, look away if you you're squeamish about non-straight hair, tie her hair up at night and then its a bit straight. I told you it was going to be tough. Imagine in this day and age of hair straighters in every house she has to tie hers up. If word of this gets out, people might assume we're poor. She'll probably end up re-wiring the thing and knocking the electricty out in the entire apartment block. She's a talented young one like that.

Today promises to be another busy day, you can tell that by the fact that I am writing a blog entry and its already 9.40. I'm taking a break. The bloody air conditioning was set to "Only polar bears and other things that like ice will survive" I switched it off, my hands are still blue but its a nice relaxing blue. Might keep the stress levels down a wee bit :P