Walking Wounded
I am still alive. The ‘chat’ went okay. She had an arguement ready in her head , that covered all the areas i love to talk about with her. Her depression, her getting hassled in school, the teachers not understanding her, suicidel tendencies. Etc. We talked and then talked some more. Basically she has agreed to the following
- No mid week hanging out.
- No taking off to the wilds of Cavan of a school day.
- Study more.
- No maths grinds unless she thinks she needs them.
She’s also agreed to go back to her counseller. I think to be honest that might be the problem. C, her counseller is excellent and listens to her. So we got the phone number for Solas and she’s going to ring this evening. We also have to arrange a meeting with the school as the first years are getting to her. I suppose if I had someone shout Lezzer at me outside of every class I’d start to get a bit paranoid. Unfortunately, she’s her own worst enemy and we know
she’s no angel. Also, every rule in the book she’s broken so that any time she approaches any of the teachers, all they can see is red hair, doc martens and piercings. Which isn’t really fair as her being bullied is an entirely seperate issue to her attire. I wish sometimes I had Mam’s strength. If Mam was around, she’d be straight up that school and have the principal by the short and curlies, if you pardon my french.
We are going to meet with them after Easter. In the meantime, the kid returns to whatever her natural hair colour was, starts seeing her counseller again and loses the Doc Martens. We’re supposed to have been going shopping for the last few weeks but the finances have been a bit out of sorts, so she’s had to wait. Hopefully easter weekend, we can hit the shops and the bank account can prepare for some serious damage. Shopping with her is always entertaining. I’ve never seen something with so little material cost so much.
She decided she was wrecked after the chat and headed to bed. I have never seen anyone sleep so much. Wait, Mammy2 so scratch that 
We headed down to the local to catch the Ireland game, it was okay. I’m still not convinced we have a halfway decent team but sure it passed a few hours. Chatted with Mammy2. She was really cute, trying to explain to me why I’m wrecked and worn out. Apparently, I’m not the best patient in the world. So she tried explaining in a languge I understood. Meerkats. And how even though they are constantly on alert and running
around the place, they do sleep at some stage. She’s so cute. But I am doing good at no work in the evenings, granted its only been 2 evenings but baby steps.
Tonight is a business meeting, sign off on another project and hopefully get paid and then I have a work do. One of the girls in her is having her leaving do in O’Dwyers. I’m not really feeling up for socialising with the work crowd, but a few of the people I get on well with will be there so it might be good fun. Tomorrow night I am hoping to finally get to see the Sawdoctors! I can’t wait. I’ve been wanting to see them live for ages. Fingers crossed they’re not sold out. Stop laughing!
