Mammy 1 reports…
I set this journal up AGES ago and still have to get around the writing in it, the other half made one update and is all delighted with herself! Cheeky.
The child, even more drama, ran away last week. Left a HUGELY dramatic note, its amusing now, at the time it wasn’t. Lucky enough we listen to all the stuff she talks about and was able to track her down to a house in Dirtee Meath and some 19 year old Twat called Peter. She refused to answer the phone only to say that she’d write when she could.
We got the twats number and he wouldn’t answer his phone. So off to Guards we trotted to report her missing.
Giving her description to the Guards was also quite humourous.
Guard: Can you describe her?
Me: She’s about 5 4, long black hair, black trousers, black top, black everything basically with a , surpriseingly enough black bag with I hate the world written on it.
Guard: I see.
I should have handed him a picture of Wednesday Adams and then maybe he would have understood. Anyhew, fair play to them, they were great and at 12.30 that night, she
was tucked up in her bed.
She then told us about how difficult her farewells were and how she was crying saying goodbye to all her mates.
I cannot equate the moody and surly teenager she has become with the 1 year old that tottered towards me taking her first steps. They grow up so fast and other cliches in reference
to children.
School appears to be causing her bother, I think because the year head is actually Miss Trunchball, I kid you not. If you don’t know who Miss Trunchball is, shame , shame on you I say
and stop reading this and get yourself to the nearest bookshop and pick up a copy of Matilda by Rolald Dahl. Tis a great book and a great movie.
Enough drama for one week you might think, but no, stay with me, my story gets better.
Friday, hangin with her mates and it all appears good, Saturday , myself and the little woman are about to head out to a meet with some peeps when she wobbles in the door.
Spent her pocket money on whiskey and polished off a small bottle?
This made her even more surly then usual, yes, I did say more surly.
Thankfully , there was no hangover on Sunday. I made the mistake of asking did she want to go shopping with me. Three hours later I arrived home. I wouldn’t mind
only it was supposed to be grocery shopping, how I ended up in a shoe shop looking at New Rocks, I’ll never know.
I felt so like her mother that day, she wanted these fancy shows with laces and heels and stuff, so she tried them on and loved them. They were a size 8, she was a size 5.
She insisted that she’d grow into them, I made her wiggle her toe, you just have to do it , and decided there was no way she was getting these shoes in a size 8. The sales clerk
looked on bemused when I handed them back and her pouting lower lip hit me in the face.
Within 2 minutes it was gone and we were off to the next shop.
Oh the fun.
She has been out of school for the last few days, until we can talk to the teacher about moving her out of the class that causes hassle. Or maybe its the other way around!
She is finding it hard without Mam and I can’t even imagine, the poor tike is an orphan at 15. So on a more positive note, we’re onto her third suggestion for a crimbo gift.
First, there was the electric guitar, which apparently has to come with an amp? Okay, people, you’re reading the meanderings from a person who thought the word was rift rather the
riff and said Take it to the bridge a lot, so bear with me!
Then there was the New Rocks, boots that only be described as places where missing people hang out, they’re flipping huge. Now we’re down to a hair straightener and some gothic
tops apparently but stay tuned, this will most definetly change by tomorrow.
My head hurts. The evil Budvar forced itself upon me at the crimbo party last night. It was great fun and a good way to get rid of the stress of the last year. The lads are a great bunch
of people who put up with a lot of crap doing the jobs they do, the least I could do was bring them out for a night. They loved their t-shirts!
Okay, its 15.54 and I have yet to start doing my day job!
Its not my fault I had to spend some time sleeping and then there was lunch and then the doctor. Yip, I have RSI, no its not Rare Slut Indescion, its Repititive Something or other , I can never
remember the name. Anti inflammateries and i have to get physio, someone should just send me out to pasture. Seriously, it would be the best thing for me at this stage!
The doctor ,while a lovely lady, thought we were in for a heart to heart, she’s also the other mammie’s doc as well as the little un, so she thinks she knows us. I had my jacket on and was out the door while she was reaching for the kettle.
Good luck to her.
Meeting up with a mate tonight that I haven’t seen in over two years, looking forward to it in one way as it will be good to catch up but on the other hand, she doesn’t know about Mam and I hate bringing anything to do with her up as its still too difficult, sure we’ll see how it goes. Maybe I won’t have to mention it at all.
We’re heading down the country for the weekend for the other mammie’s nieces bday, a big in-law gathering, I am beside myself! Don’t get me wrong, her family are great, its just her mother can be a bit, what’s the word, overbearing at times. Maybe its the same with all inlaws.
