Pillowcases
They are so uncomplicated aren’t they? The pile of ironing that greeted us on our entry into the apartment could wait no longer. Mammy2 has picked up some bug and is in rag order so after a shower, she headed straight to bed whilst I caught up on all the goings on with school and boyfriends. Supposedly, one of the teachers got beaten up the other day when two girls got into a fight. The kid is prone to the odd bout of exageration so I’d say what happened is this: There was a fight, a teacher intervened and may have received a stray slap or something. Back to the ironing. I am amazed any of us have an item of clothing left. I find the ironing sometimes quite theraputic. Strange, that. And after 324324 items of clothing, the pillowcases are my favourite. They are
straightforward.
Yes, I quite possibly am losing it. The week I’ve had I do not want to repeat. This morning, I had the joy of administering drops to the kid. She has some nasal infection and this involved drops into her nose. For anyone with a 10 yard radius of the apartment this morning, I am sure they would have
thought I was killing her from the shouts and yells that she let out. This was when I’d only done one nostril. She’s been in grand form, if somewhat stressed. Apparently there’s another bug going around and loads of people have it. Strange that it always happens around exam time and it never has a name except that it makes people really sick? I explained to her that it might have to do with nerves and stress. She’s not a fan of logical explanations.
She was on myspace yesterday, deleting messages that someone sent to her boyf. Yes, she has his password and she logs in regularly. He also has hers. A relationship built on trust I see. Whatever works for them, personally I’m amazed they haven’t killed each other. Its heading towards being one of the longer relationships in her life and we like him, so we hope it lasts.
She tried to have a sexual related conversation yesterday which I put a stop to straight away. Apparently, the boyf thinks that the condoms she picked up from outhouse won’t work because they are free. I paused behind the mountain of trousers to give her the look which means we’re not talking about this. Yet she continued. I told her I don’t talk about that stuff and offered her tea to throw her off the conversation. She went back to watching Scrubs. I’m sure poor Mammy2 is in for an
interesting conversation or two.
The apartment is akin to an hospital infirmary at the moment. Mammy2 is very sick with a cold and sinuses and chances are once she’s over that, the old depression will creep up. It usually waits until she’s pretty low, evil thing that it is. I am getting over a ‘bug’ and have now moved onto tonsilities and a cold. And lest we forget her and her septic leg, ostoperosis, the bubonic plague, the black death, bird flu and god knows what else, you’re welcome around any time for a cuppa 
