Highs and Lows of a bank holiday weekend

Friday turned out to be a pants day. I was out of sorts for various reasons, and by the time Mammy2 met me, there was steam coming out of my ears. I had decided I was going to take a walk on the seafront, not ala Glen Medeiros fashion, more like a growl at the sea. Of course, the wind turned out to be colder then I anticpated and I was freezing and scaring small children away by the time Mammy2 met me. She had been out at her parents helping out with the kids. She has an amazing ability to turn get rid of any of my moods. As you know, us Leo's hate being in a mood, its valuable time we waste when we want people to be worshipping us :) She doesn't force the issue, she just chats about her day.

We headed home, got takeout and had snuggles on the couch. Watched some of the latest lesian flicks I backed up. Nina's Heavenly Delights is just a lovely film. A happy lesbian film. Who knew? The lesbians were niether serial killers, poetry writers or dying of a broken heart. The rest of the weekend can be summed up with the following key words. Rugby, lack of vegetarian food, a new wedding ring and the kid's complicated love life She's in love with the best mate K, and the feeling is mutal. Only catch is the mate K has a boyfriend who she also loves. Thank god I'm not a teenager again. Chatting to Mammy2 about it, our lives as teenagers look postively dull next to the kids. She spent some of the weekend panicking about her art. I'd say about 15 minutes on the Saturday whilst blow drying her hair. There's another new man on the scene, he sounds like a nice guy. Except he's the mate K's ex. Cue more drama. She never needs to watch telly.

A trip to the jewellwers for a new ring on Saturday was successfuly. A new white gold wedding band is being picked up on Friday. I'm glad I'm getting a new one, I feel naked without it. Its the only item of jewellery I wear. Mammy2 lovingly refers to it as my shackle ;) It cheered me up as I had another one of my moods. I think its the EMO in me just dying to get out ;) The feeling of hurting the people you love, the feeling of letting people down is the worst in the world. Titch guilt is famed the world over. Almost as much as titch revenge if not more so. There's no need to beat us up over anything, we do just fine my ourselves.

Yesterday, the kid went to hang with the new man , even though she claims he's not the new man. I had a bit of work to do, surprise surprise. I got most of it done and its ready for testing now. Thank god. Chilled out for the evening with Mammy2. The plans for the kids bday bash are underway, I think I am more worried about it then she is. Which is only fair I suppose. Its the parents job to organise it and her job to show up and look fabulous. The 'lovely man' S is trying to get back into her pants. He can try, I think she's seen through him. God help her though, the ex M, who I a convinced is a woman is txting her all the time. I've never seen a bloke so in touch with his feminine side or so clingy in my life. She was supposed to go up to Cavan to spend some time with him but was stressed about her exam. Sorry, that should have read was stressed about her love life and put up the front of being stressed about her exams. She could get an oscar for some of her performances.

This morning was the trip to the doctor. The chest pains are as a result of a viral infection. Good news. Regarding the lack of me having a bump, she wants to send me for tests. Not so good news. The fertility clinics in Ireland want no part of the word same sex. We have letters from the various clinics when we started down this route a few years ago. I suppose there's no harm in trying again. The doctor has said she will also talk to a friend of her's who works at the Rotunda and hopefully we can get something. All we need is the damn tests, how can they be so stupid and archaic with their laws?! Its incredibly frustrating and dis-heartening. Let the games commence, I'm going to get the email addresses of the various clinics and email them off. I just want to know if my body is capable of conceiving or not so we can give up on that hope. Perhaps the world isn't ready for 2 Shelly's.