Sleep is the best thing ever
For the moment, that’s how I feel about sleep. Yesterday was an early morning and on top of that, using my brain as well as having to be in work for 6. Madness. A site had to go live before business hours, so we got it live, worked some quirks out of the system and did lots of testing. I was wrecked by the end of it. But in a good way. Its the first time in a long while I’ve been up to my neck in real code, code that I’ve written by myself. Naturally I was buzzed about it. Mammy2 is very patient when I go on one of the techy speil talks about Java and classpaths and how cool the session object is. And so on. Monday night was spent hanging with the kid. Mammy2 had headed to the gym,
she was finally joining after a trial period of a week. She’s really into it which is great. I think she’s a bit scared with the amount of heart disease on both sides of the family and while she eats really healthy, she also would need a small amount of excercise.
She headed off, I arrived home. The kid was playing nice. She had come home sick. Again. I swear, thank the lord none of those scary diseases from yesteryear are around, she’d be crawling with infections. We had a chat about how her ‘illnesses’ never seem to surface at the weekend and in future if she was going to pick up the Black Death or the ebola virus, she would have to stay at
home at the weekend until she was better. She stoppped typing and turned slowly in the chair.
I reached for the holy water.
“Are you blackmailing me?”
I blessed myself.
“I don’t like the term blackmail, more motivating you to stay in school” She paused. Obviously recanting some spell or other. I know her and her wiccan stuff. I checked my legs and my arms. Still there. Excellent. I wasn’t losing any body parts just yet. The storm passed. I cooked some dinner for myself and asked her how her day went, or the 2 hours that she was in school for. She told me about some girl she ‘met’ at the weekend. For meet read kiss. Obviously school was never non-news worthty. As it turns out the girl is 14. I nearly choked on my dinner. Once I recovered, I of course had to slag.
I asked would she be attending Youth Discos with her. Were they going to swap Pokeman cards? When was she getting her confirmation? Oh the fun I had. I’m surprised my hair didn’t catch fire. To back up her claims that the girl looked way older, she loaded up her MySpace profile. Does every teenager in the world have a MySpace profile? I mean seriously. She lives on that thing. She loaded up the picture. I looked at it.
“You’re right, she looks at least 15″
I got a wallop.
We watched Will and Grace, rather I watched Will and Grace and she was asking questions about the liver. She asked where it was located. I told her mine was in some random pub and would most likely be getting a cab home later. I crawled into bed for 9ish considering the early morning I was
planning.
5.15 am, standing on the quays on a blustery and dark morning when most sane people are in bed. The wind was really bad, luckily I had decided to wear my docs and so I was grounded else I would have blown off into the morning darkness. When I got home from work, I entertained notions
of going to bed. Much like I entertained notions of buying 8 pillows. Hey, I was a little sleep obessed yesterday okay? She had a half day, barrelled in the door at 3, a record 14 seconds to get out of her uniform and into her other clothes. She got a B on her english essay on that fishy poet, Elizabeth
Bishop. She was well chuffed. She wrote nearly 23 pages on her. She deserved the grade for the amount of pages she wrote at any rate.
She’s at an open day today in the RDS for colleges. I hope she gets lots of info and maybe she’ll be a bit clearer about what she wants to do. Science and Art, I’m sure there is a course that covers both. We’ll hear all tonight no doubt. Mammy2 has her therapy tonight and the kid has hers tomorrow.
I’m feeling left out. The kid keeps dropping subtle hints like
“When are you going to get therapy?”
I made her a deal when Mam passed away that if she got it, I would look into it. So far I’ve managed to fob her off. I don’t think I need it. Sitting talking to someone about my ‘problems’ and my ‘issues’. Its not me. It works for other people though, so I wouldn’t slag it off.
