autumn is well and truly here
the weekend has arrived thank god. The weather is feckin hilarious. This morning walking her to the bus stop was like the prelude to a bad horror film. The wind was whipping leaves around our ankles and the rain was coming down in dramatic sheets. As I had a jacket I didn’t really mind it. She was freezing. At one stage, she doubled over whilst standing beside me. I stood for a minute and then asked her what all that was about. She glared at me and muttered something about not wanting to be dying around here. Before you write me off as being a completly unsymapatheic parent, this girl has more illnesses then hot dinners. At one stage last year, she thought she might have contracted the bubonic plague? She has calmed down a lot since, but she’s still prone to the odd bout of dramatic stomach, head,leg clutching claiming cramp or god only knows what.
Our usual formulated response is that she should eat better. It seems to work. This week she was too hungry to wait for us to come home and cook dinner and was obviously snacking, so tonight she’s getting a proper dinner. Potatoes, veg and fish as she’s still vegetarian. I must say she’s being doing quite well. I thought it was going to be a phase. I’m surprised I haven’t been struck down for saying that!
RTE were on to Mammy2 yesterday in relation to a documentary they want to do on gay parenting and they want to feature us. Not sure what’s involved, we have to meet the woman in the next weeks and they’d obviously want the kid in the program as well. She’d have no problems with it, but we might have to talk to the school in case there was a backlash from the students. As I said to Mammy2, the probability of these students sitting in of an average night watching RTE1 for some documentary on gay parenting is slim and none, but just to be on the safe side.
This weekend is hectic enough. Grocery shopping and a dvd tonight. Tomorrow, Mammy2’s sister graduates and we’re dining with the in-laws. They always have big family affairs. 5 children, I must get a good sleep tonight. On Sunday we’re having brunch with a good friend who is moving to London. I fear there will be tears. Its still hard to believe he’s actually going. It will be an excuse for us to travel
to London. I’ve never been.
