Yes, instead of studying my XML feeds I am in fact browsing the interweb and I just know next week will be mental and I will most likely have to work late. Pants to that. Because I am going on holiday, they appear to have lost the plot completly and my boss is wondering how I got my holidays approved. Possibly because I put in for them ages ago. Thankfully my boss is not the usual business type men who are complete arseholes. You know the sort. He’s a very nice guy and when he winks at me, I turn into a school girl. He’s gorgues, married and has 3 kids. When he goes out with us for drinks, he talks about his wife and/or his kids. He’s the perfect man, I am convinced of it. As if the halo wasn’t shining enough, he is on the parent’s committee where his son goes to school.

The kid has another interiew next week for a portfolio course. On the same day and an hour before the one she has in Ballyfermot. I think there will be some re-scheduling along the way. I apparently have to ring. I love the responsiblity she has taken on with turning 18. She’s making an appointment to get her hair bleached tomorrow. Don’t ask, I didn’t. I arrived home last night to find her with her lip freshly pierced and a bar through her ear. I asked her what was wrong with her nose. She rolled her eyes at me. We had a small conversation about Rome. We fly out next Sunday and I am already stressing. Yes, strange that. Basically, she wears small outfits. I’m being nice because
she’s my kid. And Italian men are not famed for their lack of touching. I don’t want to spend most of my holiday in an Italian jail cell even if Helga is my room mate. Seriously, I will be pulled off any guy that gets within a 10 yard radius of her. As a compromise I asked her to wear a jumper at all times. She looked at me as if I had crash landed from another planet. Its going to be roasting over there, she claims and she is NOT wearing loads of clothes. I chukcled at the idea of her and loads of clothes. There’s more material in her bra then most of her tops.

Mammy2 finished up on Tuesday from work but her final day is today when she goes out with the work crowd for a meal. Thankfully, some of the newer people who she gets on well with are going so there’s a chance she might enjoy herself. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. 7 years I think its getting serious. We have nothing planned at the moment, but depending on the weather I think we might head to Dun Laoghaire for the Fesitval of World Culture. The complete opposite of that is Sunday with the GAA. Culture and the Dubs playing do not go hand in hand. All ireland semi -final and they are playing Kerry. Mammy2 thinks they haven’t a chance but I reckon its their year. They’ve come so close the last few years and this is their best chance ever at getting their hands on the sam maguire.

The kid appears to be doing a lot better thank god. I asked her when her therapist was going to get in touch with her, and she said whenever she rang to make an appointment so she’s obviously doing okay. I think she’s going to go see her next week. I suppose we’ll get an update then. She’s heading to some party tonight. The mate’s K’s mate is having a bday party and even though they don’t like the girl, they have to put in an appearence apparently. I guess they’re like the IT girls or so they think.

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