january blues…
The end is nearing, as the four men of the Apocaplyse ride towards Dublin with her in tow,
our quality time must come to an end. Dare I say I was starting to miss her. Those loving
yells from the bedroom looking for tea. The scattered crisp/chocolate wrappers scattered
around the floor. The paints dripping off the wall. Tripping over some strange book about rock stars.
It was a fun few days but now we must return to being parents.
She’s back in school on Monday which is good as far as we’re concerned. It keeps her out
of divilment. She seems a lot better now that christmas is over, or maybe its our imagination
as we keep thinking things can’t get any worse and then she surprises us.
We haven’t heard anything back from the clinic yet and with three letters from doctors and counsellers you’d think we’d get some response.
I suppose we can give it until next week and see what happens from there. The last few days have been so relaxing its been great. People keep telling us that she’s at her most difficult age, you’re telling us!
And here we are thinking of doing it all again with a new one. Mad we are, mad I tell you.
To top it all off here I am looking for another job. Getting very tired of being peed around in here.
I didn’t spend four years getting a degree and another 6 years building up expierence to bug fix and
work on the helpdesk. Call me strange!
