There are times when I feel that being guardian to a teenager is too much. One of these times was Friday and Friday afternoon. The kid didn't show her face until Friday night. There were numerous txt messages back and forth, us telling her to come home, her replying that she wouldn't until she got her head together. I think Friday added 10 years to my life. Mine and Mammy2's. Saturday morning came around and there was a chat about things. As in, what the hell was she thinking. Stealing from us, bringing alcohol into school, drinking in school, running from school. The list went on. Apparently, she said she wasn't trying to get out the window , she was trying to open it for some 'air'. Perhaps because she needed to sober up. Mammy2 was fuming as was I. There was a long chat. She's agreed to see her counseller as soon as possible. She also reckons she might have an alcohol problem. We have to look into AA for teenagers.
Its a start I suppose.
Drinking shots at 8 in the morning is not a natural occurance. Unless you're some sort of rock star who's just finished trashing their hotel room. I asked her how many she had, she said 3 or 4. When asked how she was caught, she said she was in the toilets pouring herself a shot when a teacher came in. I'm pretty sure the expressions on both Mammy2's face and my own were identical. Pouring a shot for herself of a school morning in school.
Her solution to the problem and how she thought she could get away with a punishment was to suggest moving out. Getting a job and cheap flat. This was obviously going to solve all our issues. Where do they get these ideas from? Perhaps she thought we were in Dawson's Creek or something. She spent most of the summer looking for work and couldn't find anything. Now in the space of a week, she was going to get a job and a flat?
Obviously since Saturday her ideas on this have changed slightly. She's now resigned herself to the fact that she won't be getting cheap accommodation or a job and has accepted whatever punishment we decide to give her. In the meantime, we have to face the school next Monday. She has to apologise to the principal and apologise to any other teacher she had a run-in with. Fun times ahead.
There really should be a handbook. Seriously, we can't be the first parents to go through this and we certainly won't be the last. Poor parents, I don't think myself or my sister ever put our mother through this trauma. Or maybe we did and we are chosing to block it out. :) Speaking of being a parent, we are having an attempt this month. Paddy Power is offering ridiculous odds on it , they must have seen the holiday snaps of the Ovaries in the Maldives and decided to make a quick buck. We haven't had an attempt in a while and so we're going to try this month. You'd think with the kid, we'd be put off pro-creating for life but no. We're suckers for punishment. Lets aim for twins, twice the fun and headaches.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Where do you do from here?
Okay, so I was bit previous in my last post. The bit about her settling down in school and what not?
Obviously bshit. About an hour ago I got a phone from the principal. Asking me to come down to the school as soon as possible as there was a serious incident involving the kid. I immediately panicked and said I would try and get down there. He also said she was ready to bolt so if we could get there quickly. The incident involved alcohol. I rang Mammy2 who was up and on the road in less then 10 minutes. She rang me to say that there was no point in coming all the way over to my work place and then back. She said she'd deal with it. About 30 mins later I am in a meeting and the school rang again. The kid had bolted. She'd gotten out a window whilst the principal was gone out of the room for 5 minutes. What do you say in response to that.
He said she had taken alcohol and appeared very agitated and that he was concerned for her mental
health. I thanked him for his concern and told him we would be in touch as soon as we located her.
I have a feeling she's off with the 2 mates at the mo , waiting until she sobers up before she comes home. Mammy2 arrived at the school as the principal finished talking to me. He chatted with her and was concerned about the kid. He showed Mammy2 the bottle of alcohol the kid had taken from home. She also brought in shot glasses?! Like , was she thinking of setting up a bar in the place?
The alcohol was a bottle of Ouzo, a present from a mate years ago. We never drink the stuff and left it on one of the top presses. Needless to say we are furious. I'm not so much concerned about her, because I know she's off hanging with mates at the mo, thinking how to broach this with us. The cheeky fecker also told the principal she had a doctor's appointment this morning. She was supposed to be on a half day because there was some walk that she didn't want to go on or
something. She must be forging notes left, right and center. She's in for a surrprise when she gets home. Mammy2 has sent her a txt telling her to get herself home. I await her story with baited breath.
Adoption is looking like a really good option right now. I wonder do eBay have a policy about not selling teenagers?
Obviously bshit. About an hour ago I got a phone from the principal. Asking me to come down to the school as soon as possible as there was a serious incident involving the kid. I immediately panicked and said I would try and get down there. He also said she was ready to bolt so if we could get there quickly. The incident involved alcohol. I rang Mammy2 who was up and on the road in less then 10 minutes. She rang me to say that there was no point in coming all the way over to my work place and then back. She said she'd deal with it. About 30 mins later I am in a meeting and the school rang again. The kid had bolted. She'd gotten out a window whilst the principal was gone out of the room for 5 minutes. What do you say in response to that.
He said she had taken alcohol and appeared very agitated and that he was concerned for her mental
health. I thanked him for his concern and told him we would be in touch as soon as we located her.
I have a feeling she's off with the 2 mates at the mo , waiting until she sobers up before she comes home. Mammy2 arrived at the school as the principal finished talking to me. He chatted with her and was concerned about the kid. He showed Mammy2 the bottle of alcohol the kid had taken from home. She also brought in shot glasses?! Like , was she thinking of setting up a bar in the place?
The alcohol was a bottle of Ouzo, a present from a mate years ago. We never drink the stuff and left it on one of the top presses. Needless to say we are furious. I'm not so much concerned about her, because I know she's off hanging with mates at the mo, thinking how to broach this with us. The cheeky fecker also told the principal she had a doctor's appointment this morning. She was supposed to be on a half day because there was some walk that she didn't want to go on or
something. She must be forging notes left, right and center. She's in for a surrprise when she gets home. Mammy2 has sent her a txt telling her to get herself home. I await her story with baited breath.
Adoption is looking like a really good option right now. I wonder do eBay have a policy about not selling teenagers?
Cruella De Ville
I am so angry right now I'm probably not going to make much sense. Actually that would have been yesterday when Mammy2 told me. We live in a rented apartment and have done so for the last 3 years. We recently renewed our lease for another year. Every 6 months, the estate agent sends around an agent to check that the place is in order and we haven't broken windows and what not.
For the last 3 years, this lady has been a lovely woman, the woman who originally showed us the place and is aware of our situation. She has always commented on how well we keep the place and how the landlady will miss us if we ever decided to move out. She has also pointed out that when we do move, that the kids room will need a lot of work. Something we were aware of and had said we would take care of it. This lady has since left the estate agents and in her place is Cruella De Ville.
Its the only apt description I can think of. She arrived into the apartment yesterday morning and was a bitch from the start to the finish.Mammy2 is off sick so she was there when she arrived in. She was aghast at the kids room. Do people not do handovers? Like surely she would have been informed of the different tenants. She said there was no way we were going to get our deposit back with the state of the room. Mammy2 explained that this is something we are aware of and the room will be completly redone when we move out. She was still not impressed and said that we would have to pay an extra 200 euros onto the deposit we originally paid because it wouldn't cover it. Blah, blah, etc. She asked how much we were paying.
She couldn't believe it and told Mammy2 that 'we can be guaranteed that it won't be staying at that' when the lease is up for renewal. Mammy2 handed her over the lease we had already signed. I would have hit her in face with it. Basically the rent stays the same for this year. But I just know she's going to try and get the landlady put the rent way up. If the landlady hasn't asked for an increase, surely that's her issue and not Cruella's? I am so incensed I will be writing a letter to the estate agents. If our landlady values us as tenants, she can get some other person to check the place, bcause I'd run across that woman sooner then have her peer under the beds.
Wagon.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I hate this shit. You pay rent, you take care of a place and never once in the last 3 years have we had to contact the landlady and now suddenly the rent should go up? Because Cruella wants a new Dalamation jacket? She can feck right off. The apartment has been home for the kid since she moved to Dublin and we were hoping to stay another 2 years at least , to give us enough time to get a deposit together. Now I don't know whether we'll be able to stay on next year.
In other news, the kid did really well in her maths exam. Or she thinks. We had a good chat with C, the counseller. The kid is so different with her nowadays, she chats more, jokes more compared to when we first brought her in. Head down, not a word out of her. The counseller has a lovely habit of trying to get us to talk too. Mammy2 has no issues with it but I'm not a fan of this therapy malarky so I don't play along. I did discuss what I was comfortable and that was about it. I hate when
the counseller talks and then there's silence and you just know she's looking at you , waiting for a comment. For example, she brought up the whole area of the kid being sexually active and both myself and the kid sunk further into the chair whilst Mammy2 looked on bemused. The session went well though and she's going to continue seeing the kid and said that perhaps we should all meet more often. If she's thinking of family therapy she can think again!
Afterwards, Mammy2 had a meeting to go to and so I suggested to the kid we go get some food and head to the cinema. She was chuffed. But she had to change before we headed. I didn't see anything wrong with what she was wearing, in fact I was delighted to see a trousers and some skin coverd. Of course, that changed. Gone was the trousers and nice top, in place was the corset, the skirt , the knee length boots and the ripped tights. Walking up town of a Thursday night was fun with her by my side. I was in full protective mode. If we are walking up town, walk on the outside. If we are passing a group of lads, circle her until she gets dizzy. When she's going to toilet, follow 2 steps behind. Just the usual protective parental role.
She was all chat about school and one of her mates, who is having an on-off-on again relationship with her boyf, who's a bit of a scumbag. She seems to have settled more into school thank god. Also, she seems to have made other friends after the great fall out of last year. Apparently her mate is being stalked by a psychotic first year who's cross-eyed. She did an imitation of the girl and I had to re-primand her. I told her she can't be giving out about bullying in the school if she goes around taking the piss out of this first year. She didn't see the relation at all. She said she didn't do it to her face. Which obviously was much better. I told her not to take the piss, she looked suitably contrite. I don't think she would be a bully , but you never can tell. I'll have a chat with her again about it over the weekend.
No plans for the weekend but I have a load of work to do. I was supposed to do it last night but I decided to be spontaneous and bring the kid out. Apparently she was amazed. I don't do spontaneous at all. Most people will tell you this. I need a plan, I need structure. But it worked out well, mainly because I gave myself an hour either way :)
Its Friday, its dark and wet and rainy but its Friday! And a Bank holiday which means 3 days off work. Wahay!
For the last 3 years, this lady has been a lovely woman, the woman who originally showed us the place and is aware of our situation. She has always commented on how well we keep the place and how the landlady will miss us if we ever decided to move out. She has also pointed out that when we do move, that the kids room will need a lot of work. Something we were aware of and had said we would take care of it. This lady has since left the estate agents and in her place is Cruella De Ville.
Its the only apt description I can think of. She arrived into the apartment yesterday morning and was a bitch from the start to the finish.Mammy2 is off sick so she was there when she arrived in. She was aghast at the kids room. Do people not do handovers? Like surely she would have been informed of the different tenants. She said there was no way we were going to get our deposit back with the state of the room. Mammy2 explained that this is something we are aware of and the room will be completly redone when we move out. She was still not impressed and said that we would have to pay an extra 200 euros onto the deposit we originally paid because it wouldn't cover it. Blah, blah, etc. She asked how much we were paying.
She couldn't believe it and told Mammy2 that 'we can be guaranteed that it won't be staying at that' when the lease is up for renewal. Mammy2 handed her over the lease we had already signed. I would have hit her in face with it. Basically the rent stays the same for this year. But I just know she's going to try and get the landlady put the rent way up. If the landlady hasn't asked for an increase, surely that's her issue and not Cruella's? I am so incensed I will be writing a letter to the estate agents. If our landlady values us as tenants, she can get some other person to check the place, bcause I'd run across that woman sooner then have her peer under the beds.
Wagon.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I hate this shit. You pay rent, you take care of a place and never once in the last 3 years have we had to contact the landlady and now suddenly the rent should go up? Because Cruella wants a new Dalamation jacket? She can feck right off. The apartment has been home for the kid since she moved to Dublin and we were hoping to stay another 2 years at least , to give us enough time to get a deposit together. Now I don't know whether we'll be able to stay on next year.
In other news, the kid did really well in her maths exam. Or she thinks. We had a good chat with C, the counseller. The kid is so different with her nowadays, she chats more, jokes more compared to when we first brought her in. Head down, not a word out of her. The counseller has a lovely habit of trying to get us to talk too. Mammy2 has no issues with it but I'm not a fan of this therapy malarky so I don't play along. I did discuss what I was comfortable and that was about it. I hate when
the counseller talks and then there's silence and you just know she's looking at you , waiting for a comment. For example, she brought up the whole area of the kid being sexually active and both myself and the kid sunk further into the chair whilst Mammy2 looked on bemused. The session went well though and she's going to continue seeing the kid and said that perhaps we should all meet more often. If she's thinking of family therapy she can think again!
Afterwards, Mammy2 had a meeting to go to and so I suggested to the kid we go get some food and head to the cinema. She was chuffed. But she had to change before we headed. I didn't see anything wrong with what she was wearing, in fact I was delighted to see a trousers and some skin coverd. Of course, that changed. Gone was the trousers and nice top, in place was the corset, the skirt , the knee length boots and the ripped tights. Walking up town of a Thursday night was fun with her by my side. I was in full protective mode. If we are walking up town, walk on the outside. If we are passing a group of lads, circle her until she gets dizzy. When she's going to toilet, follow 2 steps behind. Just the usual protective parental role.
She was all chat about school and one of her mates, who is having an on-off-on again relationship with her boyf, who's a bit of a scumbag. She seems to have settled more into school thank god. Also, she seems to have made other friends after the great fall out of last year. Apparently her mate is being stalked by a psychotic first year who's cross-eyed. She did an imitation of the girl and I had to re-primand her. I told her she can't be giving out about bullying in the school if she goes around taking the piss out of this first year. She didn't see the relation at all. She said she didn't do it to her face. Which obviously was much better. I told her not to take the piss, she looked suitably contrite. I don't think she would be a bully , but you never can tell. I'll have a chat with her again about it over the weekend.
No plans for the weekend but I have a load of work to do. I was supposed to do it last night but I decided to be spontaneous and bring the kid out. Apparently she was amazed. I don't do spontaneous at all. Most people will tell you this. I need a plan, I need structure. But it worked out well, mainly because I gave myself an hour either way :)
Its Friday, its dark and wet and rainy but its Friday! And a Bank holiday which means 3 days off work. Wahay!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Thursdays, maths tests and therapy.
Yesterday was a miserable day, weather wise. I didn't mind the weather too much. I was nursing a hangover from hell. I really am getting too old for this going out on a school night. I wouldn't mind only it wasn't even a late one? Myself and Mammy2 just had a few drinks in the local. The mate J joined us and we solved all the worlds problems over a few pints. Yes, that sort of night. The kid was in grand form, I checked her maths when we got home and she is really getting the hang of it. Holidays start tomorrow, she's all excited. In the meantime, she has her maths exam today. Fingers crossed she does okay with it, she's worked so hard on it, I hope she doesn't panic. The art assignment is still at the start, she's working on it in parts. I reckon she'll wait until the day before its due and the panic.
She is also in 2 minds about going over to Holland now. Because we have decided that we can't trust her and the boyf to go, she'd have to go by herself. She was very indignant. "I don't understand why I can't go with my friend" I noticed she dropped the boy part of it, probably thinking we'd go Ah sure, they're just friends, let them go over there. She's having a think about it, but we're hoping she'd go even for a couple of days.
We are meeting with her counseller tonight. We organised it last month when the stress levels were quite high. Her illnesses and whatnot.
I guess we are hoping she might be able to let us know what's going on with the kid. Or perhaps give us some indication. Because at this rate by the time the Leaving Cert is finished, we'll be rocking back and forth in an armchair talking about differeciation and Yeats. Yesterday evening was so dark and dismal, I had a meeting to discuss the re-design of the angrypotato website. The designs look fab! Lots of work involved though, but I'm really liking the new look. I hope the people who post on it like, you know how some people don't adjust too well to change.
Home to the couch and Mammy2. We watched The Devil Wears Prada. Tis an alright film. I can't get into my head how anyone can be that ambitious and ruthless? Can one be ambitious and not ruthless though is another question. My motto is work to live not the other way around. I see people in here who are real go-getters who will put in all hours and I just don't see the point. Life is too short! I'm happy enough with my job, I have no plans for management. Can you see me as a manager? The fun times. There'd be no work done, productivity would go down but everyone would enjoy themselves!
Its nearly the weekend and its a bank holiday one, which is fab! Three whole days and nothing planned. Well, except we have to go visit Mam's grave. We were supposed to go down for her birthday which was in September, I know. I've been bad. I just haven't felt up to facing it. So hopefully on Sunday we'll head down and put some nice flowers there. The sister is home next weekend, can't wait to see her. We haven't seen her since we were over there in July. She claims she's really looking forward to seeing us. Read between the lines. Its been ages since she had a Guinness. I know her ;)
She is also in 2 minds about going over to Holland now. Because we have decided that we can't trust her and the boyf to go, she'd have to go by herself. She was very indignant. "I don't understand why I can't go with my friend" I noticed she dropped the boy part of it, probably thinking we'd go Ah sure, they're just friends, let them go over there. She's having a think about it, but we're hoping she'd go even for a couple of days.
We are meeting with her counseller tonight. We organised it last month when the stress levels were quite high. Her illnesses and whatnot.
I guess we are hoping she might be able to let us know what's going on with the kid. Or perhaps give us some indication. Because at this rate by the time the Leaving Cert is finished, we'll be rocking back and forth in an armchair talking about differeciation and Yeats. Yesterday evening was so dark and dismal, I had a meeting to discuss the re-design of the angrypotato website. The designs look fab! Lots of work involved though, but I'm really liking the new look. I hope the people who post on it like, you know how some people don't adjust too well to change.
Home to the couch and Mammy2. We watched The Devil Wears Prada. Tis an alright film. I can't get into my head how anyone can be that ambitious and ruthless? Can one be ambitious and not ruthless though is another question. My motto is work to live not the other way around. I see people in here who are real go-getters who will put in all hours and I just don't see the point. Life is too short! I'm happy enough with my job, I have no plans for management. Can you see me as a manager? The fun times. There'd be no work done, productivity would go down but everyone would enjoy themselves!
Its nearly the weekend and its a bank holiday one, which is fab! Three whole days and nothing planned. Well, except we have to go visit Mam's grave. We were supposed to go down for her birthday which was in September, I know. I've been bad. I just haven't felt up to facing it. So hopefully on Sunday we'll head down and put some nice flowers there. The sister is home next weekend, can't wait to see her. We haven't seen her since we were over there in July. She claims she's really looking forward to seeing us. Read between the lines. Its been ages since she had a Guinness. I know her ;)
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
School and facism
Not really, but it feels like it. After an exceptionally long and tiring day at work, you just want to come home and flop on the couch. Not talk tactics with a teenager. She casually mentioned last week about having received lines because she was late for school. No mention since. Until last night when she mentioned she needed us to write her a note else she was going to get detention. I stopped peeling the potatoes and asked her what was detention about.
"Oh because I got lines last week and I won't be doing them"
"Why won't you be doing them?"
"Because its soooo stupid and I shouldn't have to do them. Its repressing my rights etc"
"Your rights? They gave you lines, you have to do them or you'll get detention"
"I'm not doing them. You can just write me a note saying I'm not doing them because its
a stupid punishment or something"
"I'm not writing a note"
"I'm not writing those lines so you can just forget it"
This went back and forth for a while, whilst Mammy2 disappeared behind the book she was reading. Eventually I decided to threaten. She had a concert coming up and she wanted to hang at the weekend.
"That's it, I'm having a senance and telling Mam on you" I was at this stage of course petrefied of her and her seance. I could smell victory so I stood my ground. The fact that I had a knife made me somewhat more confident. She threw in her therapist.
"I'll get C to go to the school and she'll tell them and tell you..." A raised eyebrow was my response. After what felt like Round 5 , she backed down.
Or rather we compromised.
She said she'd do the lines 5 times but that was it. We'll see how she gets on today. I told her I don't want a phone call from the school. She rolled her eyes and muttered something facism.
Once the storm had cleared, Mammy2 legged it to the gym. I guess she was trying to appear supportive by hiding in the armchair. The kid started work on her maths. She appears to be understanding it. I was supposed to be working but was too wrecked. I opened up the code and sat starring at it for a while. I played around online and then got tired and went to bed at 10.
Tonight is, yip, you've guessed it Maths. Although seeing as I sat gazing at the screen yesterday, it will be some work as well. I have a website I have to develop. I have the screenshots and all, I've just been putting it off. Because it involves CSS and this is headache inducing. The kid mentioned she was thinking of going over to the sister in Holland after the christmas for a few days. I had to hold Mammy2 back from booking a one way ticket. Don't get me wrong, we love her to bits, but the thought of a few days without her around, whilst safe in the knowledge she's happy and enjoying herself, would be so good right now.
"Oh because I got lines last week and I won't be doing them"
"Why won't you be doing them?"
"Because its soooo stupid and I shouldn't have to do them. Its repressing my rights etc"
"Your rights? They gave you lines, you have to do them or you'll get detention"
"I'm not doing them. You can just write me a note saying I'm not doing them because its
a stupid punishment or something"
"I'm not writing a note"
"I'm not writing those lines so you can just forget it"
This went back and forth for a while, whilst Mammy2 disappeared behind the book she was reading. Eventually I decided to threaten. She had a concert coming up and she wanted to hang at the weekend.
"That's it, I'm having a senance and telling Mam on you" I was at this stage of course petrefied of her and her seance. I could smell victory so I stood my ground. The fact that I had a knife made me somewhat more confident. She threw in her therapist.
"I'll get C to go to the school and she'll tell them and tell you..." A raised eyebrow was my response. After what felt like Round 5 , she backed down.
Or rather we compromised.
She said she'd do the lines 5 times but that was it. We'll see how she gets on today. I told her I don't want a phone call from the school. She rolled her eyes and muttered something facism.
Once the storm had cleared, Mammy2 legged it to the gym. I guess she was trying to appear supportive by hiding in the armchair. The kid started work on her maths. She appears to be understanding it. I was supposed to be working but was too wrecked. I opened up the code and sat starring at it for a while. I played around online and then got tired and went to bed at 10.
Tonight is, yip, you've guessed it Maths. Although seeing as I sat gazing at the screen yesterday, it will be some work as well. I have a website I have to develop. I have the screenshots and all, I've just been putting it off. Because it involves CSS and this is headache inducing. The kid mentioned she was thinking of going over to the sister in Holland after the christmas for a few days. I had to hold Mammy2 back from booking a one way ticket. Don't get me wrong, we love her to bits, but the thought of a few days without her around, whilst safe in the knowledge she's happy and enjoying herself, would be so good right now.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Mother is God in the Eyes of a Child
Yes, its a quotation, I am quite taken with it at the moment, I'm sure this will wear off. We watched Silent Hill last night, the kid has been waxing lyrical and sounding like a broken record when it comes to this film. We just HAVE to watch it, its soooooo sacry. And so on and so forth. Of course the major factor being that she had seen it before me and as such could jump in at different parts with "Oh, this bit is......" she'd slowly come to a halt when I glared at her. I prefer watching films she hasn't seen before. But it was a decent film and that quote was used. The film itself wasn't scary, more gory which I never really like. I prefer an intelligent film with jumpy bits then lots of blood. However it did have Radha Mitchell and a cute female cop so this kept me entertained. The weekend was madness and moments of quietness. I was feeling out of sorts on Friday, story of my life lately. I reckon there's a dose of it going around. SAD stuff and all that. I know what the problem is though and I am sorting it out in my head. I don't do well with having to think about things and complicated stuff. I'm a simple girl at heart see. There's a country song in there just begging to be written. I may have to write it down ;)
But I'm getting there, lots of giving out about myself and berating myself and I'm pretty sure everyone will be happy then. Hold on, just need to put that harp away.
Friday evening, the kid was in foul form. We finally got it out of her, the kids were picking on her again. I've said it before and I will say it again, teenage girls are the devil incarnate. Seriously. They have no idea , or maybe they do, how much control they have over someone? Or how upset they can make them. Thankfully, the kid's school has a lot of teachers who are more concerned about
the pupil's wellbeing then their grades. One teacher took her aside and made her tea and listened to her. Its times like this I want to just say, feck school, feck those bitches, forgot about school. But we have to work at it and get her through it. I can only hope mentally she's strong enough for it. She's been through so much that sometimes its the little things that might push her. She has us for hugs and tea in that order. In a castrophic situation look for me next to the kettle. Tea?
Saturday morning she was in grand form, she worked on her essay with Mammy2 whilst I went mad cleaning the place. It happens most Saturdays. Sometimes even when cleaning isn't even necessary :) We met up with some of the sister K's mates who were over from Holland for the weekend. They are mad people, they spent most of the weekend in the pub. I stayed for a few drinks to be sociable and managed to escape for home around 6ish. They stayed out until 4. Animals! Or just young people, who knows.
Differenciation, we have nearly mastered. Yesteday Rule 1 and Rule 2 came under attack and she's getting a grasp of it. Thank god, I thought the book was going to be flung to the far corners of the earth with some of the frowns and glares that were coming my way. Questions like but why do we need to know this? Try and think of a real world example whereby we use that lovely forumala dx/dy= insert huge equation here. If you can think of one, send it me. It will save at least 15 minutes of the following:
"Em, well, you see, you just have to know this stuff"
"But whhhhhhhhy?"
"Cause you do, its important"
"This equation is important? " * slight tone of disbelief * "For what exactly"
"Well, stuff.."
"Like?" * raised eyebrow *. I was cornered, nothing between me and the bookcase.
"Tea?" Usually throws her off kilter for about , oh 2 minutes. It buys me a lifeline.
She's on holidays this Friday for a week and a half. I think they spend more time off school then they do on. She's got another art project due. Cue apocalytpic music. Art. The only subject that strikes
the fear of god into us. That and Mammy2 using the phrase "I know where I'm going". She's notorious for 'thinking' she knows where she's going. Famous for throwing the map out the window and relying on her gut feeling. Chances are it was indigestion that got us to Kilkenny from Dublin via Wexford.
But I'm getting there, lots of giving out about myself and berating myself and I'm pretty sure everyone will be happy then. Hold on, just need to put that harp away.
Friday evening, the kid was in foul form. We finally got it out of her, the kids were picking on her again. I've said it before and I will say it again, teenage girls are the devil incarnate. Seriously. They have no idea , or maybe they do, how much control they have over someone? Or how upset they can make them. Thankfully, the kid's school has a lot of teachers who are more concerned about
the pupil's wellbeing then their grades. One teacher took her aside and made her tea and listened to her. Its times like this I want to just say, feck school, feck those bitches, forgot about school. But we have to work at it and get her through it. I can only hope mentally she's strong enough for it. She's been through so much that sometimes its the little things that might push her. She has us for hugs and tea in that order. In a castrophic situation look for me next to the kettle. Tea?
Saturday morning she was in grand form, she worked on her essay with Mammy2 whilst I went mad cleaning the place. It happens most Saturdays. Sometimes even when cleaning isn't even necessary :) We met up with some of the sister K's mates who were over from Holland for the weekend. They are mad people, they spent most of the weekend in the pub. I stayed for a few drinks to be sociable and managed to escape for home around 6ish. They stayed out until 4. Animals! Or just young people, who knows.
Differenciation, we have nearly mastered. Yesteday Rule 1 and Rule 2 came under attack and she's getting a grasp of it. Thank god, I thought the book was going to be flung to the far corners of the earth with some of the frowns and glares that were coming my way. Questions like but why do we need to know this? Try and think of a real world example whereby we use that lovely forumala dx/dy= insert huge equation here. If you can think of one, send it me. It will save at least 15 minutes of the following:
"Em, well, you see, you just have to know this stuff"
"But whhhhhhhhy?"
"Cause you do, its important"
"This equation is important? " * slight tone of disbelief * "For what exactly"
"Well, stuff.."
"Like?" * raised eyebrow *. I was cornered, nothing between me and the bookcase.
"Tea?" Usually throws her off kilter for about , oh 2 minutes. It buys me a lifeline.
She's on holidays this Friday for a week and a half. I think they spend more time off school then they do on. She's got another art project due. Cue apocalytpic music. Art. The only subject that strikes
the fear of god into us. That and Mammy2 using the phrase "I know where I'm going". She's notorious for 'thinking' she knows where she's going. Famous for throwing the map out the window and relying on her gut feeling. Chances are it was indigestion that got us to Kilkenny from Dublin via Wexford.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Cry me a river
I believe there are 2 types of people in the world - the type of person who decides that if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And the type of person who moans about EVERYTHING. This person has decided that if life give you lemons, you suck on them and make everyone elses life a misery.
I have never had any time for the later type of person, but in the last couple of years more so.
Life is really too short for moaning about everything and not trying to change what's causing you to be a miserable shit.
Par example, 2 really good mates from college. One of them was the former, one the later. Guess which on I keep in touch with ;) I cannot get into the mind of someone who continues to give out about stuff and yet does nothing to change it. NOTHING. The moaner is still in his job, gives out about it yet works overtime. Is miserable yet has done nothing about it. He stays in his job when he knows its making him unhappy and he could be elsewhere. Compare this to D, or Saint D as we like to call him. The man is perfect. I have never met someone more reliable in my life then this guy. In the last few years, he's had his fair share of lemons, a bit of an understatement, and right now is in a situation that's difficult for him. How many times has he complained? In the last few years? None. Once under duress and after been given 23432 pints. He apologied for it afterwards.
I know problems are relative and all that, but sometimes you want to shake people. I think I mentioned before about going to see a play called the Exonorated. It was on as part of the Theatre Festival. It's more of a theatrical production then a play, my actress type friend pointed out. Well, one of the parts in this production was played by the woman herself, Sunni Jacobs. She spent 17 years on death row before she was exonorated. Her husband was executed. It was a famous execution because the chair failed. 3 times. I can't even being to comprehend the pain and suffering this woman went through as a result of all that. Yet she is all about forgiveness and being grateful for a chance to live her life outside of prison. To get to know her children who grew up without her. She's a very bubbly person. And an amazing lady. I was priveleged to see her play herself.
I shall stop ranting now.
The kid, ah, fun times. Phone call from the school this morning. No surprises there, I think if they didn't ring, I'd have to ring them and ask what was wrong. She's 'sick'. Sore throat, which wouldn't have anything to do with a rock concert last night and feeling ill. Nothing to do with going to bed at 1. I'm all for if a kid is sick, they should be at home in bed. In this case our kid should be studied by sciencetists because I am pretty sure no-one has ever suffered as much with illnesses as she has.
We had the place to ourselves last night whilst she was gone, it was great. Granted I spent it online playing, but still it was nice. Not to have to constant asking for tea. I await another phone call. I told her to wait for a few hours and see how she feels. Thing is, I can't get her home? She's going to have to stay even if she is sick. Which I sincerely doubt.
* Headache begins *
I have never had any time for the later type of person, but in the last couple of years more so.
Life is really too short for moaning about everything and not trying to change what's causing you to be a miserable shit.
Par example, 2 really good mates from college. One of them was the former, one the later. Guess which on I keep in touch with ;) I cannot get into the mind of someone who continues to give out about stuff and yet does nothing to change it. NOTHING. The moaner is still in his job, gives out about it yet works overtime. Is miserable yet has done nothing about it. He stays in his job when he knows its making him unhappy and he could be elsewhere. Compare this to D, or Saint D as we like to call him. The man is perfect. I have never met someone more reliable in my life then this guy. In the last few years, he's had his fair share of lemons, a bit of an understatement, and right now is in a situation that's difficult for him. How many times has he complained? In the last few years? None. Once under duress and after been given 23432 pints. He apologied for it afterwards.
I know problems are relative and all that, but sometimes you want to shake people. I think I mentioned before about going to see a play called the Exonorated. It was on as part of the Theatre Festival. It's more of a theatrical production then a play, my actress type friend pointed out. Well, one of the parts in this production was played by the woman herself, Sunni Jacobs. She spent 17 years on death row before she was exonorated. Her husband was executed. It was a famous execution because the chair failed. 3 times. I can't even being to comprehend the pain and suffering this woman went through as a result of all that. Yet she is all about forgiveness and being grateful for a chance to live her life outside of prison. To get to know her children who grew up without her. She's a very bubbly person. And an amazing lady. I was priveleged to see her play herself.
I shall stop ranting now.
The kid, ah, fun times. Phone call from the school this morning. No surprises there, I think if they didn't ring, I'd have to ring them and ask what was wrong. She's 'sick'. Sore throat, which wouldn't have anything to do with a rock concert last night and feeling ill. Nothing to do with going to bed at 1. I'm all for if a kid is sick, they should be at home in bed. In this case our kid should be studied by sciencetists because I am pretty sure no-one has ever suffered as much with illnesses as she has.
We had the place to ourselves last night whilst she was gone, it was great. Granted I spent it online playing, but still it was nice. Not to have to constant asking for tea. I await another phone call. I told her to wait for a few hours and see how she feels. Thing is, I can't get her home? She's going to have to stay even if she is sick. Which I sincerely doubt.
* Headache begins *
Monday, October 16, 2006
PT Meetings and Promiscuousity
The english language, its a funny thing really isn't it. The kid had a great day in school on Friday. English class resulted in the following conversation. They are studying some book about a car salesman who has an affair. The word promiscuous comes up. The teacher writes it on the board and asks everyone if they know what it means. The kid pipes up with "Its someone who has sex with lots of different people without caring or summat" Cue shocked expressions from some of the girls:
"Ya what? We thought it was mysterious like, cause of the Nelly Furtardo song, Promiscuous like" The teacher managed to supress her laughter. As did the Kid.
Herself and her man were together a month on Friday. He bought her flowers. Cute. I think I'll give him longer then christmas. Mammy2 is giving him until Halloween. Which is a tad harsh I think. Tonight they head to Lacuna Coil, she's all excited about it. She seems to have calmed down a lot since coming home sick last week. The PT meeting went well. Mostly the same from all the teachers. Good student, just misses a lot of days. The art teacher seems to think she's eccentric but because she's so good, lets her away with a lot more then the other students. She's worried though that she won't get the A in her final exam. Apparently only 3% of the students all over Ireland get the A and its a hard grade to achieve. She's happy enough with her art, just the length of time it takes her to draw. Because she's a perfectionist, she spends ages on one part and this will work against her in
an exam with a time limit. Fun times ahead trying to get her to rush her life drawings. Cue lots of pencil throwing and tantrums. She is 17 after all.
Her french teacher is a lovely lady, she had the kid for English last year and still appears to have an interest in how she's doing on general. She was all chat about what does the kid want to do after school, what her plans are etc. We did manage to get her to talk a bit about french. When we could get a word in edgeways.
We skipped the PE teacher, I doubt she even knows what the kid looks like. Whilst sitting waiting for another parent to finish talking to the biology teacher, myself and Mammy2 were amazed at the fact that not once but twice the mother's phone rang and she answered it? To discuss what time the hairdresser was calling around at to put hair extensions in for her daughter. Firstly, switch your bloody phone off? This teacher is taking the time to talk to you about your daughter's eduction and you are on the phone talking hair styles? Another parent had her daughter with her? Whilst talking to the teacher? Its called Parent-Teacher meeting? Not Parent-Teacher-Daughter meeting.
It was exhausting though. Talking to each of the teachers. Most of them commented on how she was sick quite a bit. By the end of it, we were feeling positive. If we could just get her to attend school more. When we got home, we had a chat with her. Mammy2 headed to the gym and I helped her with her maths. Although she was in a a bit of a mood. When she gets like this, its best to leave her to it. Of course, when you don't react, she pushes buttons and can come out with very hurtful things. Eventually she gave up on it and worked on the maths with me. Differeciation. First principles. I love maths. She's starting to like it a bit more. When she has the patience to sit down and work through it. She got most of her work done over the weekend. She has an english essay due for Thursday and was working on the plan last night. She has an irish test tomorrow which she's confident enough about. Perhaps this week might be a full week. Who knows!
"Ya what? We thought it was mysterious like, cause of the Nelly Furtardo song, Promiscuous like" The teacher managed to supress her laughter. As did the Kid.
Herself and her man were together a month on Friday. He bought her flowers. Cute. I think I'll give him longer then christmas. Mammy2 is giving him until Halloween. Which is a tad harsh I think. Tonight they head to Lacuna Coil, she's all excited about it. She seems to have calmed down a lot since coming home sick last week. The PT meeting went well. Mostly the same from all the teachers. Good student, just misses a lot of days. The art teacher seems to think she's eccentric but because she's so good, lets her away with a lot more then the other students. She's worried though that she won't get the A in her final exam. Apparently only 3% of the students all over Ireland get the A and its a hard grade to achieve. She's happy enough with her art, just the length of time it takes her to draw. Because she's a perfectionist, she spends ages on one part and this will work against her in
an exam with a time limit. Fun times ahead trying to get her to rush her life drawings. Cue lots of pencil throwing and tantrums. She is 17 after all.
Her french teacher is a lovely lady, she had the kid for English last year and still appears to have an interest in how she's doing on general. She was all chat about what does the kid want to do after school, what her plans are etc. We did manage to get her to talk a bit about french. When we could get a word in edgeways.
We skipped the PE teacher, I doubt she even knows what the kid looks like. Whilst sitting waiting for another parent to finish talking to the biology teacher, myself and Mammy2 were amazed at the fact that not once but twice the mother's phone rang and she answered it? To discuss what time the hairdresser was calling around at to put hair extensions in for her daughter. Firstly, switch your bloody phone off? This teacher is taking the time to talk to you about your daughter's eduction and you are on the phone talking hair styles? Another parent had her daughter with her? Whilst talking to the teacher? Its called Parent-Teacher meeting? Not Parent-Teacher-Daughter meeting.
It was exhausting though. Talking to each of the teachers. Most of them commented on how she was sick quite a bit. By the end of it, we were feeling positive. If we could just get her to attend school more. When we got home, we had a chat with her. Mammy2 headed to the gym and I helped her with her maths. Although she was in a a bit of a mood. When she gets like this, its best to leave her to it. Of course, when you don't react, she pushes buttons and can come out with very hurtful things. Eventually she gave up on it and worked on the maths with me. Differeciation. First principles. I love maths. She's starting to like it a bit more. When she has the patience to sit down and work through it. She got most of her work done over the weekend. She has an english essay due for Thursday and was working on the plan last night. She has an irish test tomorrow which she's confident enough about. Perhaps this week might be a full week. Who knows!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Teenagers and parenting - where do you go..
As I type this, the kid is in the room 'asleep' . She was collected from school by Mammy2 because she fainted. Its the 5th time in as many weeks that she's had to be collected from school suffering from some sort of ailment. When she came into the living room, I asked her what the problem was. She ahd a migraine and a pain in her back for the last god knows how long and don't get her started
on her heart palpitations. She went into bed. We honestly don't know what to do. Technically once she's sick , she has to be sent home as the school won't take responsibility for her. They also won't allow her leave without a guardian. From the look of her when she came in she's fine. Mammy2 checked the timetable and sure enough, her next class would have been chemistry. I don't know what to do with her. We have tried everything. We have the parent teacher meeting tonight, I look forward to it. I think we're going to have to arrange a meeting with her counseller and maybe see what's going on because we're noly one month into the school year and this can't go on.
Never mind her health, both myself and Mammy2 will have an ulcer.
Funny how the ill health never rears its head when she's hanging with her mates or when she's clothes shopping. We spent 2 hours and a fair bit of money on Saturday as it was her shopping trip. Every few months, we go shopping and she gets to pick out some clothes and what not. Its such fun. For her. I am the one carrying the bags and parting with the cash. She did but a jumper though. With a polo neck. I asked her if she was going to cut the neck off it. She gave me her look:
"Shelly, its a polo neck, what would be the point in cutting the neck off it?" She did have a valid point. But I have seen t-shirts go under for less. Hence I had to check. Another pair of F-ME boots. They were the exact same as her previous ones. But these ones were STRONGER and better and other such like words to appease a parent who has to part with money for these things. It was her pocket money and she owes us for the rest of the month. Funny how she has trouble with maths, but when it comes to us owing her money, she's well on it.
Conversations at a Changing room Part 3:
"I love this top, can I get it?"
"Well, you only have 20 euros left and its 20 euros"
Silence.
"Yeah but, here, give me that top that I bought in No-Name"
Hand appears around the curtain.
"Em, how about no?"
"WHAT? Why, stop being silly and give me the top"
Hand waits.
"I'm not letting you try on some item of clothing you bought in another shop in here
so you can shag off "
"But Shelly"
"Do you want that top?"
"Yes but"
"Who do you think is paying for it?"
Silence.
"Grand, glad we got that sorted."
Cue more hugs and me being the best mammy ever. I savour these moments, they usually last about, oh 10 minutes. Once shopping was over, we went for food. She's quite funny when it comes to food.
"I'm trying to cut down on my intake of junk food" she states, whilst sipping her pint of coke and throwing ketchup on her chips and sausages.
"And my choesterol as well, how do you keep that low" emptying the salt cellar onto her chips.
"Oh I don't know", I threw out" Cutting down on your salt intake"
She laughed. Went back to talking about eating healthy and maybe joining a gym. She barely has time to finish her school work, I do not know where she's going to work a gym into this. Sometimes I think she has the funniest ideas in her head.
Washing up with her after the Sunday dinner, she asked me about where one could get a cheap apartment. I said there was no such thing. She was looking into it for her and L, the new man. Bear in mind, she's been seeing this guy for a month. Granted they were friends for over a year. But still. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and explained that she'd have to finish school and all that before she could even think about moving out. Teenagers....
on her heart palpitations. She went into bed. We honestly don't know what to do. Technically once she's sick , she has to be sent home as the school won't take responsibility for her. They also won't allow her leave without a guardian. From the look of her when she came in she's fine. Mammy2 checked the timetable and sure enough, her next class would have been chemistry. I don't know what to do with her. We have tried everything. We have the parent teacher meeting tonight, I look forward to it. I think we're going to have to arrange a meeting with her counseller and maybe see what's going on because we're noly one month into the school year and this can't go on.
Never mind her health, both myself and Mammy2 will have an ulcer.
Funny how the ill health never rears its head when she's hanging with her mates or when she's clothes shopping. We spent 2 hours and a fair bit of money on Saturday as it was her shopping trip. Every few months, we go shopping and she gets to pick out some clothes and what not. Its such fun. For her. I am the one carrying the bags and parting with the cash. She did but a jumper though. With a polo neck. I asked her if she was going to cut the neck off it. She gave me her look:
"Shelly, its a polo neck, what would be the point in cutting the neck off it?" She did have a valid point. But I have seen t-shirts go under for less. Hence I had to check. Another pair of F-ME boots. They were the exact same as her previous ones. But these ones were STRONGER and better and other such like words to appease a parent who has to part with money for these things. It was her pocket money and she owes us for the rest of the month. Funny how she has trouble with maths, but when it comes to us owing her money, she's well on it.
Conversations at a Changing room Part 3:
"I love this top, can I get it?"
"Well, you only have 20 euros left and its 20 euros"
Silence.
"Yeah but, here, give me that top that I bought in No-Name"
Hand appears around the curtain.
"Em, how about no?"
"WHAT? Why, stop being silly and give me the top"
Hand waits.
"I'm not letting you try on some item of clothing you bought in another shop in here
so you can shag off "
"But Shelly"
"Do you want that top?"
"Yes but"
"Who do you think is paying for it?"
Silence.
"Grand, glad we got that sorted."
Cue more hugs and me being the best mammy ever. I savour these moments, they usually last about, oh 10 minutes. Once shopping was over, we went for food. She's quite funny when it comes to food.
"I'm trying to cut down on my intake of junk food" she states, whilst sipping her pint of coke and throwing ketchup on her chips and sausages.
"And my choesterol as well, how do you keep that low" emptying the salt cellar onto her chips.
"Oh I don't know", I threw out" Cutting down on your salt intake"
She laughed. Went back to talking about eating healthy and maybe joining a gym. She barely has time to finish her school work, I do not know where she's going to work a gym into this. Sometimes I think she has the funniest ideas in her head.
Washing up with her after the Sunday dinner, she asked me about where one could get a cheap apartment. I said there was no such thing. She was looking into it for her and L, the new man. Bear in mind, she's been seeing this guy for a month. Granted they were friends for over a year. But still. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and explained that she'd have to finish school and all that before she could even think about moving out. Teenagers....
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Family Meeting 3454365
Stress. That's what's causing her mysterious illnessed and our trips to the school to pick her up. I got home yesterday in prepartion for a battle. I always want to refrain from shouting and tears but sometimes we have to resort to tough tactics. I went to bed for a while to draw some energy from somewhere. She arrives in, pops into the room for a chat but I was ready for her. I told her I'd talk to her later, with emphasis on the word talk, implying it wasn't going to be a little chit-chat. She headed out with a face on her.
Mammy2 arrived in an hour later and I got up. The kid was tucked up in bed looking as angelic as is possible for a teenager to look. Not a peep from her. We had the sister-in-law calling over after 7 so I realised that we needed to get the meeting over with. I decided to do some theraputic ironing. Hey, I find it relaxing okay? Feck off. Its nothing to do with those tapes Mammy2 keeps switching on late at night with regards to ironing being very relaxing.
She came out with a face longer then a wet weekend. There was chats and the usual going around
in circles. We tried to empahsis that we were here to help. She suggested she move out. I tried not
to laugh out loud at that. I explained that she can't just ring us every time she wants to skip a class
because she's stressed and that she's going to have to start staying in school. Then she started crying. I am such a sucker but I held my ground. She said she was worried she was going to end up sick like Mam. She was pulling out the big guns. I still held my ground and explained that it was completly different and that she wasn't going to end up like Mam. A few more circles and we had come to some sort of compromise. I think. We'll see how long it lasts. Once that was over, I relaxed a bit. One thing down.
The sister in law and the mate dropped over with the laptop and I managed to sortof fix it. Only time willtell whether I sorted the problem out or not. She had 187 infected files on the machine, I'm amazed it was running at all. Damn spyware. We were supposed to be on Newstalk this morning talking about gay rights but Mammy2 wasn't in the mood. She had been on radio twice yesterday. Since the KAL case kicked off yesterday, I guess they want to see why us gays want rights. We're strange like that. Did I mention I have tomorrow and Friday off, am so looking forward to it. The enjoyment was somewhat curtailed by the fact that the parent teacher meeting is on Tuesday. This Tuesday. I need more preparation time. I can only hope she hasn't threatened the art teacher recently with me. I will hide under a table if this is the case.
When I go to these things, I always feel like the child again as opposed to the parent. Perhaps I should head in wearing stilts. Then again I might draw unwanted attention onto myself.
Mammy2 arrived in an hour later and I got up. The kid was tucked up in bed looking as angelic as is possible for a teenager to look. Not a peep from her. We had the sister-in-law calling over after 7 so I realised that we needed to get the meeting over with. I decided to do some theraputic ironing. Hey, I find it relaxing okay? Feck off. Its nothing to do with those tapes Mammy2 keeps switching on late at night with regards to ironing being very relaxing.
She came out with a face longer then a wet weekend. There was chats and the usual going around
in circles. We tried to empahsis that we were here to help. She suggested she move out. I tried not
to laugh out loud at that. I explained that she can't just ring us every time she wants to skip a class
because she's stressed and that she's going to have to start staying in school. Then she started crying. I am such a sucker but I held my ground. She said she was worried she was going to end up sick like Mam. She was pulling out the big guns. I still held my ground and explained that it was completly different and that she wasn't going to end up like Mam. A few more circles and we had come to some sort of compromise. I think. We'll see how long it lasts. Once that was over, I relaxed a bit. One thing down.
The sister in law and the mate dropped over with the laptop and I managed to sortof fix it. Only time willtell whether I sorted the problem out or not. She had 187 infected files on the machine, I'm amazed it was running at all. Damn spyware. We were supposed to be on Newstalk this morning talking about gay rights but Mammy2 wasn't in the mood. She had been on radio twice yesterday. Since the KAL case kicked off yesterday, I guess they want to see why us gays want rights. We're strange like that. Did I mention I have tomorrow and Friday off, am so looking forward to it. The enjoyment was somewhat curtailed by the fact that the parent teacher meeting is on Tuesday. This Tuesday. I need more preparation time. I can only hope she hasn't threatened the art teacher recently with me. I will hide under a table if this is the case.
When I go to these things, I always feel like the child again as opposed to the parent. Perhaps I should head in wearing stilts. Then again I might draw unwanted attention onto myself.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Yay for Holidays
I have 2 days off on Thursday and Friday. I can't wait. Lie-ins and perhaps time on the couch who knows. Although the kid has Friday off. I'm beginning to think someone up there doesn't like me. Seriously, I must make plans for Friday. I am taking her shopping for clothes on Saturday.
* blesses self *
Should be a fun time. Her idea of clothes and my idea of clothes are slightly different. Take your average t-shirt. It has some amount of material in it, right. She picks it up, I breathe a sigh of relief, after I've stopped glarring at the securtiy guard for checking her out, and we take it to the checkout. 2 days later, it looks nothing like it did on the hanger in that shop. I seem to remember it having slightly more material. What started out as the t-shirt ended up as a mere scrap of material covering her body. Somewhat.
Currently we are the best Mammies ever. We let her go to Kill. Bear with me whilst I explain our logic. We had banned her from going until such a time as we felt we could trust her to go down and get the last bus back. Sunday, we were feeling lazy. She asked about going. We thought, place to ourselves so do nothing and chill out. Make it seem like we've given it some thought and that we're doing her a favour and voila, one very happy teenager and 2 very happy mammies. She was under orders to be back in the apartment no later then 10, else cue Parental Frown, she'd be banned
from going again. Lots of hugs, lots of thank yous and only one "You're not going there dressed like that" thought in my head later, she was out the door and on her way.
I played on the PC, yes I did say play. Accessibility and me are becoming pals. Sortof. Okay, I am coming to grips with it and it is a challenge and sometimes I don't even feel up to it. But I shall perserve. I like challenges. Speaking of challenges, I'm going to wrestle some more with Maths tonight. After I try and fix the sister-in-law's mates laptop. It keeps booting up in safe mode. It doesn't sound well, I said I didn't know if I could help but we could try a re-install of the OS and
see if that works. The things I offer to help out with. I don't know why I am either because this is the same friend that has been very nasty to the sister-in-law for the last month or more. They've made up now, but hey, I hold grudges.
Mammy2 is still gyming it and attending therapy, she's doing great these days. She even went to the gym on Saturday. At this rate I'm going to have to start training just to keep up with her. I will get back into it soon enough, as soon as my extra projects finish. And then I have to catch up with mates I haven't seen in a while. I've been getting grief. I mean, one of my mates, I haven't
seen since her 30th last year. I was best mates with her in college. I must ring her. I just don't have the energy at the moment. Once I have my few days off, I shall be sorted though. Sleep and then back into training and volia, back to myself.
Its 80 something days to christmas. The reason I am starting to count down is cause this morning was a frosty one and its starting to feel christmassy. I love christmas :)
Did I speak too soon about her? Mammy2 just got a phonecall from the school. She's sick again apparently. There's definetly a pattern developing here. Mammy2 has to go to work so the vice said she'd talk to her. Another family meeting tonight. And people wonder why I'm stressed?
* blesses self *
Should be a fun time. Her idea of clothes and my idea of clothes are slightly different. Take your average t-shirt. It has some amount of material in it, right. She picks it up, I breathe a sigh of relief, after I've stopped glarring at the securtiy guard for checking her out, and we take it to the checkout. 2 days later, it looks nothing like it did on the hanger in that shop. I seem to remember it having slightly more material. What started out as the t-shirt ended up as a mere scrap of material covering her body. Somewhat.
Currently we are the best Mammies ever. We let her go to Kill. Bear with me whilst I explain our logic. We had banned her from going until such a time as we felt we could trust her to go down and get the last bus back. Sunday, we were feeling lazy. She asked about going. We thought, place to ourselves so do nothing and chill out. Make it seem like we've given it some thought and that we're doing her a favour and voila, one very happy teenager and 2 very happy mammies. She was under orders to be back in the apartment no later then 10, else cue Parental Frown, she'd be banned
from going again. Lots of hugs, lots of thank yous and only one "You're not going there dressed like that" thought in my head later, she was out the door and on her way.
I played on the PC, yes I did say play. Accessibility and me are becoming pals. Sortof. Okay, I am coming to grips with it and it is a challenge and sometimes I don't even feel up to it. But I shall perserve. I like challenges. Speaking of challenges, I'm going to wrestle some more with Maths tonight. After I try and fix the sister-in-law's mates laptop. It keeps booting up in safe mode. It doesn't sound well, I said I didn't know if I could help but we could try a re-install of the OS and
see if that works. The things I offer to help out with. I don't know why I am either because this is the same friend that has been very nasty to the sister-in-law for the last month or more. They've made up now, but hey, I hold grudges.
Mammy2 is still gyming it and attending therapy, she's doing great these days. She even went to the gym on Saturday. At this rate I'm going to have to start training just to keep up with her. I will get back into it soon enough, as soon as my extra projects finish. And then I have to catch up with mates I haven't seen in a while. I've been getting grief. I mean, one of my mates, I haven't
seen since her 30th last year. I was best mates with her in college. I must ring her. I just don't have the energy at the moment. Once I have my few days off, I shall be sorted though. Sleep and then back into training and volia, back to myself.
Its 80 something days to christmas. The reason I am starting to count down is cause this morning was a frosty one and its starting to feel christmassy. I love christmas :)
Did I speak too soon about her? Mammy2 just got a phonecall from the school. She's sick again apparently. There's definetly a pattern developing here. Mammy2 has to go to work so the vice said she'd talk to her. Another family meeting tonight. And people wonder why I'm stressed?
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