Manners? What are they?
The last few weeks, the kid seems to be slipping into full time cheeky mode. From her favourite phrase “Will you make me tea” and “But EVERYONE else is going”. There are times when I have to seperate her and Mammy2. Mammy2 finds it amusing when they argue and all I can hear from the child is “SHELLY, she’s bullying me” etc. As if anyone could get away with bullying her. We had a discussion about the cheekiness and arguments etc and as usual she blamed her period for it. Well, it is the longest bloody, no pun intended, period I’ve ever come across. So much so, that I forgot to purchase sanitary items last night and this morning at 6.45 I was wandering around Smithfield looking for a shop that was open. I was under the impression that Spars and Centras open at like 6 but no. Locked doors and no lights were all that greeted be in my elusive search for your winged friends.
I arrived back and I had barely handed them over when she asked for breakfast. She got a raised eyebrow and a “Make your own breakfast” response. I think this getting her not to be cheeky is going to take some work.
Mammy2 had a run-in yesterday with her, as she’s at home sick this week. The kid arrives in, KNACKERED and STARVING and immediately asks Mammy2 what’s for dinner. Not a “How are you feeling?” etc. So Mammy2 took her time in making pizza for the runt. There were a couple of comments along the lines of “Where’s my dinner?” She’s some chancer.
The bould depression crept up on Mammy2. That and her boss being a right prick. Some days
I want to waltz into that office and bate seven shades of crap out of that man. But she’s at home and safe enough. Its not a bad bout, but enough to keep her away from work and social interaction.
Yeah, that’s not bad. Bad is when she won’t move out of the bed or stop hugging me. God knows, I’m not a fan of too much hugging.
During our little chat last night, I mentioned that sister’s night once a week was too much and could we go to once a forthnight. I grabbed my helmut and waited for the explosion. She took it well. Chances are , later on in the safety of her bedroom, she was probably casting some spell that will involve sticking my elbows to my knees or something like that. I mentioned wanting some time to myself, to maybe paint. Her head snapped around on her shoulder and her glare was fixated on me. I heard thunder rumbling in the distance as a bird flew straight into the window and then slid down the pane. I swore I heard Tubular Bells but I can’t be sure.
“Painting is it?”
Art is her thing. It doesn’t even register with her that I used to paint, sketch, whatever a lot and then I stopped. No-one is allowed to paint except her. She softended somewhat and the vultures that were flying around my head seemed to head off in the direction of Lidl. They’d heard
about a sale obviously.
And so it is, I have one night a week to myself. I’m sure I won’t know what to do with the time. Then again, I’m sure I’ll find something to do. Like maybe painting!
