Too much love making!
The baby attempts finished, its now all down to the body and how the ovaries take it. Divas that they are.
I actually turned to Mammy2 yesterday morning and said
“Don’t think take this the wrong way, but thank god we don’t have to have sex”
Whilst, babymaking is fun, don’t get me wrong. Its the whole not being spontaneous that’s hard. The, we need to make love/imseminate in the next 30 mins type of thing.
But we’re done now for another month. Weekend was a flurry of activity. Clothes shopping and a gig. A band called The Delays. Where I felt quite old. But it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I wasn’t the oldest there and I managed to stay for the whole lot. The friend was loving it. And it was shorter then I thought. Interesting way to spend a Saturday night, usually I would be curled up on the couch with Mammy2 watching Xena. Hey, what’s wrong with that?
Mammy2 was busy conquering small countries for most of Saturday night.
It has been a while since I’ve been out on the town, so to speak of a Saturday. It was quite scary to see the state of some people and this was only after 11, the night was only starting for some people.
One girl was propped up against a wall and looked completly out of it. There was no sign of her friends anywhere. I wonder what kind of mates you’d have to leave you in an obviously intoxicated state by yourrself in the middle of the city. We tried to get her to walk with us to a taxi rank but she was insistent on waiting for a cab which was supposed to be coming to pick her up. Considering she was on Grafton Street, I was unsure where the cab was coming from, but we couldn’t convince. I hope this made for a funny story the following morning.
Sunday was spent with the in-laws, Mammy2 hadn’t seen them in a while, so we went out for Sunday dinner, leaving the teennger to veg on the couch. We were going to bring her with us, but it was her last day before mid-term and she was doing a lot of coughing. In other words, she was coming down with something and wanted the attention.
So instead of having her go on about how sick she was and how she couldn’t go to school today, we left her at home. On our way out to the in-laws, she rings us asking us can she go to Kill to see the boyf. I asked where the bout of tonsilitis had gone, but she insisted she was fine. We recommended she not go down and stay indoors. We got home after 6, doing the grocery shopping on the way. She was in a foul mood. She’s s sociable creature, so all day in the apartment by herself made her into a lovely lady. She insisted on us having sisters night even though I have told her numerous times that its been moved to mid-week. She demanded one of us go over for DVD. Needless to say, that worked like a charm for her. Eventually, we told her to get out of her funk or shut up. She pouted for a while and then told us the reason she was acting like a prize bitch was because she couldn’t play the guitar.
Whilst, trying to take her tantrum seriously, we tried asking all the right questions about the guitar playing and tabs and stuff. Mammy 2 is much better at this then I am , as whenever I talk about tabs, the kid fixes me with this look of dis-belief. As if to say, I know nothing about them so I should stop talking.
