Six weeks to go

I can't believe it, in 6 weeks time she will be finished school and starting on her Leaving Cert. Despite all the stuff she's been through, I have a feeling this 6 weeks are going to be toughest for her. She's off her anti-depressants at what is consider by some the most stressful time of her life. Granted, what she has gone through in her young life is more then the average teenager by right now she is an average teenager and has the stress of exams to look forward to. She got up this morning, when I was convinced she wasn't going to go in. Its a start. She is also going to complain to the principal about the bullying and hopefully things will improve to a certain degree.

She was in Cavan on the Friday and back on the Saturday night. She's like a Jeckell and Hyde character at the moment, one minute she's sweetness and light, the next she's hell on toast. The fun of being a parent to a teenager. Friday night, we caught up with the mate A, who lives in Athlone. We see her once every 6 months or so. We were supposed to be going out for the mate S's bday, now that she has returned from travelling the world. But we couldn't reach her at all. It was a nice relaxing night and took Mammy2's mind off the news about her dad. The results of the colonoscopy came back and it is a malignant tumour on his bowel. The doctors are quite hopeful and reckon they can
remove it safely and he will need some chemotherapy afterwards but that he should recover fine. Mammy2 was quite shook on the Friday evening. Naturally enough. I had said we could cancel meeting up with A if she wanted, but I think she wanted to meet up rather then sitting at home pondering and thinking over stuff.

It was the nephew's birthday on the Saturday. Lots of fun and frolics with Mammy2's family. 5 kids, 8 adults and a lot of noise. I took pics as I usually do and left the playing to Mammy2 and her clan. I'm not great with kids that are below my height as I tend not to do baby or cutie talk. The kids in return don't know what to make of me, which suits me. From the kids bday bash to the lesbian pub quiz, it was all go. We picked up with mate J enroute and headed straight to the George. The quiz was really good fun despite me sitting on an slightly uncomfortable seat and wanting to kill the lady who was collecting the answer sheets. I mean, I can appreciate that Mammy2 is an attractive, intelligent and sexy woman. As such she may get the odd bit of notice, but this girl was pratically across the table and in her lap at one stage. The old
"You're from Raheny, aren't you" didn't fool me for a second. Apparently, she lives out Mammy2's way. I explained to Mammy2 that making your stalking seem slightly more legal by buying property out there is not the same thing. She didn't give up though, even when Mammy2 pointed out that the name of our team was as a result of her partner's website. Some people. I did manage to restrain myself from walloping her though so I reckon my jealousy has improved. Slightly.

The mate R wanted to do something culture related so last night we were in the Nation Concert Hall watching Die Fledermaus. I have to say, it wasn't anything like I imagined and I did enjoy it. Even when mister tights came out. I surpressed the urge to giggle. Its the schoolkid in me.