Long weekends are fab, just when you think its time to go back to work, a bank holiday Monday makes a welcome appearence. Lots of family time, time with friends and just relaxing. Very little in the way of work which is why I will probably spend this morning catching up on all my outstanding tasks. Good Friday was spent with the mate J and B watching an L word marathon and putting the wrongs of the world right. It was great fun. We haven't seen the mate B in a while, she was off in New Zealand for a month and is one of those people that you can see every six months and its no big deal to catch up. She's not hard work at all. A lovely person. Of course the kid is in love with her. She thinks its hilarious. Thank feck! Its terrible having a pervy kid and trying to explain to her why she shouldn't be checking out your friends as it might make them feel uncomfortable.
Mammy2 got a phone call though from her Mam about her Dad. He has to do into hospital on Thursday for a biopsy. They found a lump and they want to investigate some more. Mammy2 is fairly upbeat about it but I can tell she's worried. Naturally. I really hope they check it out and remove it and that will be the end of it. Apparently its fairly normal for a man of his age, 66. I'm not so sure I'd trust doctors after the whole Mam thing but they are the people who know best. Allegedly.
I left the girls to their L word marathon as I was exhuasted and had a big day shopping with 2 teenagers the following day. Why I suggest these things I do not know. Saturday morning, 10.30, I'm standing in a shop with bags whilst the kid and the mate K argue over a pair of trousers and a hideous belt. I was glad the kid had company though,as I am useless when she holds up what she considers to be a nice top. It takes all my willpower to say
"Yes its lovely" rather then "What on earth is it supposed to be?"
We dropped in Sasha, the kid sometimes likes their stuff. The mate K was aghast.
"Only people with a mid-life crises shop here"
"I shop here sometimes" I responded. She went red and merely said
"Oh, em.." Another woman in the shop was chuckling to herself. I told the kid what the mate K had said to which she responded
"Your ma is a midlife crises" This is her latest. You say anything, she responds with your Ma. She finds it hilarious. The woman who was browsing beside us eventually stopped and said
"Right, I have 2 boys your ages" indicating the kid and K "I'm not shopping in here" and left with a smile. I'm sure the woman behind the counter wasn't impressed with the kid scaring off potential customers.
Two hours later, I am laden down with bags, sitting outside some dressing room, exhausted. In fairness, we had stopped in every second shop from the Irish Life Mall to Pennies at the end of Henry Street. Just about finished, they wanted to go look at Debs dresses. I was about to cry. I told them I needed lunch and to sit down for more then 5 minutes. Thankfully, they took pity on my distressed state and we had lunch. At that moment I was the best big sister ever. The bank account thought I was the worst person ever.
I went to see Deliver us from Evil Saturday night. Extremely disturbing and thought provoking documentary. Not exactly Saturday night entertainment. When I got home Mammy2 was in bed but still awake. She told me the kid had come home extremely upset and had cut herself again. She didn't get out of her what was wrong but she reckoned the kid had been drinking. She had went to a gig, the same band as last week and I have a feeling that the gang of people that she hangs around with are the same gang she used to hang with years ago when she was going through all that shit. I don't know if she should hang with them again. Not if the end result is her getting drunk and cutting herself.
The following morning, we bounded into her room with her easter egg. We decided that she could eat it before breakfast. Don't ask, Its a constant battle in our place to get breakfast into her before munchies. She had plasters all over the area she had cut. I asked Mammy2 about it and she said the kid had taken apart a razor and cut fairly deep. Its heartbreaking to think of her doing this to herself. Especialy when there's nothing you can say or do that will make any difference.
We decided that we would hang out for the day together. I gave the mate J a shout, I was supposed to be going to the new lesbian night out Spice but I didn't want to leave the kid. J was great, very understanding. Once the kid was dressed and full of chocolate we headed to the Zoo. The sun
was shining and she was in great form. Taking pictures of everything that moved. We spent a couple of hours there with her, I got to see the meerkats so I was a happy camper. But the trip was for the kid, right? ;) Back into town and to Bottecellis for dinner. She loves that restaurent. Home for a
DVD and munchies on the couch and by that night she was doing much better. She hearts her family! I think we did okay. I have made her promise to call C, her counseller tomorrow and make an appointment. I definetly think she should start seeing her again. Its important. Although any time
I stress the importence of talking to a counseller she gives me that look that implies the whole pot and kettle conversation.
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I'm so sorry to hear that the kid has started cutting again. I've done it a few times myself when I was at my lowest. Recommend ice-cubes to the girl. Holding one tightly in her hand until it completely melts away gives the same kind of 'release' as cutting but as the ice only melts, it won't cause any lasting damage. Ideally, you want her not to need to do any such thing but when times are desparate and she really feels she needs to cut, this is the best relief. I hope she feels better soon.
As for Mam2's Dad, I have my fingers crossed for him. It's a very worrying situation to be in, for both of them. She needs to be there for him. I hope he's ok too. I'll say a little prayer for him.
xXx.
hi,
thanks for your comments..
Regards the whole cutting incident, I don't know how to deal with it. Its nothing I've ever expierenced before and so hence the whole what to do panic!
Shelly
The kid is obviously very distressed in general. I know when it was me, I was depressed in around the time but it was tiniest thing that pushed me over the edge. All you can do is be there. Let her know she can talk to you no end.
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