So today’s the day..I think we’re more nervous then she is! I have to ring her at around 12 to see how she got on. Then she’s heading to her mates to get the rest of hair dyed blood red. They ran out of hair dye last night which explains her ‘interesting’ roots this morning. She had therapy yesterday for the first time in over a month and of course she didn’t want to go, but she eventually agreed. Apparently, she’s not falling for the therapist’s tactics of wanting to talk about her childhood. You’d swear the therapist sat waiting to throw stuff at her and catch her out or something?

According to Mammy2, J is on the way out. I think the dumping will take place at the weekend. She obviously has to find time in her hectic social schedule. She lasted a grand total of 3 weeks. As Mammy2 put it last night, we’re like the revolving doors of her relationships. She meets someone,
they hang out, we meet them, they seem nice, we feed them, she dumps them. Its like a conveyer belt of girlfriends and boyfriends. I suppose she is only 16. Trying to talk to her about feelings and other people’s feeling is just a waste of time. She just shrugs her shoulders and moves on.

So we’re bringing her out to dinner tonight and then she wants to go see some polish band in some unknown location on the Quays. Like that’s going to happen. I explained to her in no uncertain terms that she was not heading off in search of some band at night? There’s a girl still missing, an 18 year ,
it was reported at the weekend and she disappeared in and around Eden Quay. I got an over the top rolling of the eyes and then another shrug of the shoulders.

“That’s not going to happen to me”

We shall see what she wants to do, we are not entertaining the notion of polish bands.

I feel I am getting older. Its scary. Last night, when she barreled in the door looking like an extra from the true life movie of the week with her peroxide roots, she yelled into the bedroom that she was going to have a shower. To which I responded ” Don’t use the good towels” . I mean, good towels? Really , was there any need to utter those words. How old am I? I do have a valid reason though, because once she enters a bathroom espeically when there is hair dye involved
everything in the bathroom changes to that color. Well, that’s my defence and I am sticking to it.
But still, I shudder when I think back.

Did I mention another failed attempt. Well, here it is. Not that I thought it had taken this time. Something to do with my ovaries being very picky. Its weird the way the body works and the way you want it to work. Sometimes the body treats the sperm entering it as an infection and tries to fight it. I’m not quite sure if the market is ready for ovary yoga just yet but its definetly something worth pondering don’t you think? Get in touch with your inner ovaries and all that. Tell them that when something is swimming towards them, not to wallop them into the middle of next week, thereby causing the vessel, ie your body considerable discomfort, but more along the lines of embracing them and welcoming them to their bosom. Chance would be a fine thing.

I can see the Jerry Spinger show now: “Welcome to how your ovaries feel today”

Anyway, I am holding out for an October/November conception as then the kid would be a Leo and be fantastic! No pressure or anything like that. Our next attempt should be when we return from holidays so if I’m not relaxed enough then I’ll never be…

I think I should do some work whilst the concentration levels are somewhat high. Then again that could be due to the smell of coffee wafting towards me.

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