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.