* crawls under desk *
This was going to be a major rant but I’ve decided to rise above it. For a number of reasons.
1- I’m not into moaning about my life. Life is too short and I don’t think I have anything to gain by posting up here about how shite life is. If life is shite, do something to change it. See? Perfect sense.
2. As cliched as it sounds, I’m a lucky person. I am currently working on a website for the National Domestic Violence Intervention Ageny. One of the requirements they asked is that I ensure that no-one knows the user has been browsing their site. How sad is that? That you have to hide the fact that you’re looking up help. That in your own home, you’re not safe.
3. Nina Simone’s song I’ve got Life makes me smile
4. Shakira is a lovely lady 
So, instead of a bitch, I’m just going to be happy
The kid is in bed. 3 days into the new school year. I have a feeling Mammy2 won’t be leaving the bed either. I must arm myself with chocolate before returning home tonight. The kid has ‘the flu’. Its an all encompassing description of what she’s suffering from. She spent most of last night with half a loo roll stuck up her nose. Whilst sniffling and clutching her chest, she was doing her French homework. Impressed? I was. For all of 10 minutes. She raided the medicine cabinet and came out of the kitchen smelling like a jar of Vicks. Mammy2 is convinced she picked up the cold because she insists on walking around naked. Not literally. The small items of clothes she wears.
Mammy2 got through nearly a full day in work yesterday. I am so proud of her, I can’t even imagine what its like for her. She’s still very ill and she’s going to try and go in today. But the boss is back today so it might be too much for her. She’s also got a letter from the doctor who recommends that she only work part-time because of her illness. At least she has that, if she needs to bring it out.
Work is maniac as is my extra work. When is it not, I have been saying that I’m going to give up
the extra work for so long. But sometimes I like throwing myself into it. Its good escapism. Perhaps
I should take up training again. Work out some of my ‘issues’ on a punch bag.
People have been asking me how I feel about the mate R returning to South Africa.
How do I feel? Hmmm…
Its a hard one to call. The word miss seems too small to cover how I’m going to feel. I don’t know how much I’m going to miss her until she’s gone I feel. Its strange how this time last year I never even knew her and now I can’t imagine her not being at the end of a phone call, a txt message,
an email or just meeting her for bravas. She’s been such a big part of my life for the last 8 months and I’ve gotten so used to having her around , that the reality of her leaving just hasn’t sunk in. She’s become such a good friend in such a short space of time. She’s been such a breath of fresh air, such a random person that its impossible not to laugh or smile when you think of her. I am sure the friendship will survive the distance. Else I’ll have to fly to bloody South Africa and we all know how I love flying. The things you do for friends , eh?!
