Return to normalcy
When you’ve been so stressed out and worried and things finally settle, you wonder what all the fuss was about.
Seriously, I think we spend so much time worrying and fretting, by the time we stopped we’re 60 
The last couple of days or so work and life as calmed down to a slow meander and I’m beginning to like it. For example yesterday evening I sat on the couch and read a book and then watched some telly with Mammy2. Terribly boring and terribly
domesticated and I was delighted with myself. I am usually always up and about, I tend not to sit or think about things for too long. I leave that to other people. Thinking and pondering over stuff doesn’t make things any better, it just exagerattes things in your head.
We watched an old episode of the X Files. Scully has disappeared and Mulder hooks up with a vampire. Thankfully I didn’t take this turn of events as bad as I did way back when I was a huge X-Files nerd. The books, the t-shirts, even the watch. I was THAT person When Mulder did get it on with the vampire all those years ago, I was indignant. I was writing strongly worded letters to Chris Carter. I suspect they were never posted, Mam in the mindset that she’d given birth to an idiot who was more concerned with the state of affairs with a couple on tv then looking after her baby sister. What can I say in my defence. I was obessed. And I was not alone. The x-files did have a huge following up until I think it was season 7 or 8 when things go so confusing I just wasn’t bothered any more. Of course that is the time that they actually go and shag and produce a baby. Typical. I had 8 years of UST and the minute I develop an interest in something else, namely boys, Mulder and Scully get it on.
The kid rang yesterday in a bit of a tizzy. She had the doc’s appointment and Mammy2 was to meet her with money for the doc. She was panicked as she couldn’t get through to her. Her day had been the worse day ever, apparently. I think she was in the moment. 2 of the baby rabbits had drowned in a drain, the boyf’s mam was having house troubles and she fell whilst on the way to the train, nearly broke her leg and broke her flip flop. When Mammy2 met her, she looked like a homeless person, so she gave her the doctor’s money and some extra so she could buy a new flip flip. On the good news front, she handed her cv into a cafe near where they live and she may be getting a weekend job. I really hope she does, it would be so good for her. She was also meeting up with the mate K
to ‘break up’ with her so to speak. She was tired of all the crap that K has been going on about. I’m not sure what happened with them but I guess she knows best. We asked her if she wanted to come back to the apartment last night and hang but she wasn’t bothered. As I said to the sister K, I remember the days when she wouldn’t leave our side. I guess she’s growing up.
We have to tackle the rest of her room this weekend, take down the rest of the posters, get a new pillow for the bed and then paint the whole thing so it looks like a normal room again. It still has her stuff in it but at least there won’t be scary looking men with masks and chainsaws starring down at anyone who wants to sleep in it. I’m amazed more people didn’t have night mares. Perhaps they did and were too scary.
Mammy2 starts a potential new job today depending on how she gets on, they may hire her. I am so chuffed for her, but also worried. I know she really wants to get started and bringing in some money, but I don’t want her pushing herself into a full time job if she’s not able. We shall see how she gets on today. Thankfully the friend C is doing okay. They flew her home on Monday and she is responding to the treatment. We can only wait and see how her rehabilition progresses. I think Mammy2 is going to try and get to visit her soon.
