Sleep and teenagers
Settling back and our lovely 2 week holiday, last week was a tad mad. I don’t tend to do things by halves. Monday night, a work mate was getting married so there were drinks for him. I know him well enough so I had to show my face. Tuesday caught up with R, who was back from holidays in the wilds of Scotland. As per usual, it was a late one and I spent most of Wedensday looking forward to my bed. The rest of the week followed suit, with catching up with Mammy2 on the Thursday, mates on the Friday and a 30th in the wilds of Meath on a Sunday.
It was too soon to wax lyrical about the kid, I should have known. She was single for a grand total of something like 6 hours. The new boyf, Ste is some geek who studies, actually I’ve forgotten what he studies. But I’m not liking him already. I got a txt on the Wedensday morning from her, something along the lines of “Hey, don’t worry about me, I was up early and met the lads. Be gone all day, luv yas, bye” This was at 9.30. I rang Mammy2 to get her to check the room for the kid. Sure enough, no sign of her and a lump set up in the bed to make it look like she was asleep. Mammy2 was on the warpath, I was reaching for my blue helmut. She finally got through to the kid on the phone she txted us from. Her phone ‘died’ apparently.
For died, read left in bedroom in case we want to reach her. Fecker. Mammy2 ripped into her. She was suitably contrite. The lads were in town at 5 and she met up with them. Yes, I did say 5 in the morning. Once Mammy2 had calmed down and was able to speak in a normal voice, we discussed punishments. She wanted to take her phone and ground her. I left it up to her, I’m useless at dishing out punishments. She was happy enough to take whatever Mammy2 threw at her but apparently she didn’t want me to talk to her or give out to her. I must appear scarier then I’ve realised. Damn, all this time I assumed I was the pushover. Well, she was grounded until yesterday. She seemed happy enough with the punishment, most people are telling us she got off lightly. I know that.
The weekend was a bit hectic and wound down to sitting by a lakeside in Glendalough. Its a beautiful area and I can’t believe I’ve never been before. We’re working our way through R’s list of things she must do or see before she heads back to South Africa. In exactly 4 weeks. I can’t believe how the time has flown. I’m going to miss her a lot. But she’s returning to her studies which is a good thing as she’s wasted where she works at the mo. On the bright side, I suppose I can start writing letters and getting fridge magnets. Always looking on the plus side of things.
Glendalough was great apart from 2 things. The midges. And the bus journey. It rained ON the bus. The sun roof vent thingy was opened and kept dripping on me. It was great fun, or so R thought. She was laughing for most of the journey whilst I played dodge the drips. The rain steered clear
so the walk was a bit more pleasent. And it turns out I was quite possibly the only irish person in the whole place. I added to the stereotype by eating Taaayto.
The midges got intimate with me on one occasion. Damn feckers and their sharp teeth.
Yesterday was spent lounging from the bed to the couch and back to the bed, I did nothing. I avoided sitting for too long in one spot, Mammy2 is on her PMT cleaning rampage and I feared I’d be bundled into the washing machine or something worse. Next week I turn 33. I don’t feel 33. I’m not a big fan of birthdays either. The kid gave me my bday pressie early. She did a charcoal sketch of Jimmy Dean and its fab. She’s excellent at charcoal, well, she’s excellent at most things but this is deadly. I shall have to get it framed. She has such a talent for art.
