the pale moon was rising
Oh look at that, a whole week without a blog update. How boring is my life. Or maybe not, ya feckers. Perhaps I’ve been extremely busy/lazy. Take your pic.
You know, teenagers are a conundrum. One minute, she’s swinging from the lampshades and I do mean literally, happy as larry, all talk about college, friends, boyfriends and being in a band. Now she’s crying and upset and its over the latest beau. I mean, I wouldn’t waste my breath on him as he sounds like bad news. But you can’t talk to a teenager about love, you wouldn’t understand as you were never a teenager or in love!
She was supposed to stay over at a mates on Friday night. Mammy2 was adamant about wanting to speak to a parent. The phone rang, I spoke to what had to have been the youngest father ever. And he was crap at pretending to be a dad. I asked to speak to the kid, and he was all “Oh she’s just gone out”. We rang the kid and asked her what was going on and who was the ‘parent’ we spoke to. She explianed that she couldn’t get hold of any parents, which sounded ominous and if she told us this we wouldn’t let her stay over. Damn right we wouldn’t. After much talk and threats,we agreed. On Saturday night whilst heading up town, I bumped into her and her mates.
She looked like she’d had a few drinks but she didn’t appear drunk.
The lads walked her home. When I got home later on in the night, I realised how drunk she had been. She’s thrown up in the toliet and in the sink and was in bed. She wanted to chat about stuff but she was out of it. She also admitted she’d gone back to cutting herself. She showed me her arm. We chatted some more and I tucked her in.
Mammy2 and myself had a chat about it the following morning. We tried to convince the kid to talk to her therapist. She’s seeing her on Friday so hopefully. She’d been drinking Tequila all day Saturday. How I didn’t cop it was beyond me, I am raging with myself. I’m such an idiot at times. She’s heading back to school soon and I suppose the stress of the final year will be getting to her. The poor thing.
And Mammy2 is still really sick. I think she’s going to have to give up work for a while or go part-time. She’s sleeping 15 hours or more a day. I think financially we might be able to wing it, I’ll have to do the budget and see what the sceal is though. I hate to see her dreading work and the muppet boss. Some people need slaps.
I was in Killkenny with R yesterday, one of the last road trips before she returns home. Its a lovely city, really lovely and the weather stayed fine. Until we got back to Dublin. We also sampled the joys of public transport. As a tourist, it is something to behold. Par example: We got the bus down. One would think we could get the bus back. No. The bus from Clonmel pulls up. It was already half full and there were over 40 of us. The bus leaves with 25 of us standing at the station. Of which 5 of us were irish. The rest were bemused tourists who didn’t understand why there wasn’t a second bus. I was also bemused and I’m irish, I can only imagine the stories they brought back to their respective countries.
Another driver who took pity on the sight of all us sitting waiting for an imaginery bus tried to organise something for us. Or least pretend to organise something for us. He was getting nowhere fast and the crowd were getting anxious. Emergency packets of Tayto were being brandished left, right and centre.
A leader was appointed, she was reluctant to take the post but was convinced when a pregant lady looked like she was about to give birth right there in the station. She liaised with the driver who had left. He was talking to some train people about letting us on the next train with our bus
tickets. I was thinking ” Like that’s gonna happen” and then our leader got off the phone and said we could all go on the train. I was impressed with her negociating skills.
The collective followed our leader as she marched up to the train dude. Sure enough, we all got train tickets and onto the train. The train ride back was fun. We got seated beside a rowdy bunch of Dubs. There was no harm in them, they were very funny but loud and R was not impressed. I think she wanted to sleep or something. I thought they were hilarious.
This week is looking quieter then last thank god. With PMT I need to rest. I had the best dream last night. I dreamt I was pregnant and when I woke up I went looking for my bump! Ah well. The Rose of Tralee tonight and tomorrow night, I love that show, it brings me right back to when I was a young un and we’d head up the grandparents on holidays and we’d watch it. The mate A is up from Athlone next weekend and I can’t wait to see her, its been months. I think there’s talk of heading to the Dun Laoghaire festival and checking out some events. Roll on the weekend…
