Thursday’s child is……well rested?
What a difference a day makes. This time yesterday I was imagining how many different ways I could climb into bed. I was visualising the duvet, the pillow, the music…And today I am managing 43534 tasks at once. Slight exaergation but you get the picture. When I get lots of sleep, suddenly tasks that have been sitting and gathering dust for ages are suffering from dizziness with the speed of my ticking them off. I think sometimes Mammy2 dreads when I get loads of sleep as I get like this. But with the last few days being sleep, work and sleep in no particular order, finishing work yesterday at 5 was great! It was a lovely evening and so I took my time in going home. I was in too minds about going training as I hadn’t been since the near death from hangover class of Saturday. I knew I would feel great if I went, its as much excercise as it is stress management. So I came home, did some housework, changed and headed over. As per, everyone partnered off before I even had my gloves on and so the instructor asked me if I wouldn’t mind working with the bag. Suddenly Goliath enters the room and the instructors points out me, the 5ft titch in the corner cowering near the bag and suggets we partner up. When he notices I can’t be seen behind this giant he finds me a partner more my stature. I breathe a sigh of relief at the small slip of a thing in front of me. 10 minutes later I am picking my arm up from a follow
through round house kick. Note to self. Small does not equal lack of toughness. This girl packed a fair kick and her punches weren’t too bad either. I headed home feeling refreshed.
I neglected to mention my family and their love of April Fools day. Whilst the brother goes for the pure silly, the kid went for the juglar. I was having a “I can’t get my phone to work because it locked itself again ” sort of day. They happen quite frequently. As such the kid rang Mammy2’s phone and asked to speak to me, in obviously
the ominous tone as Mammy2 handed it over to me as if it were a grenade and said in a serious voice “She wants to talk to you”. This never bodes well. Please bear in mind whilst any other time I may have been aware of the day in question and as such been prepared. However, did I mention I worked a lot over the last few days.
Anything that didn’t start public static void or public ArrayItem I didn’t understand. Cue me listening as the kid starts”
“Okay, I have some news and promise not to kill Ian or me”
Long silence
“Okay..”
“Right well, I’m pregnant”
Long silence. Processing.
“Well, what do you want us to do about it..”
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I’m only joking, its april fools ya silly.”
Long silence.
“Ah right, well thanks for that, and also don’t you thinkt it was a bit thoughtless when you consider i’ve spent the last 2 years trying to get pregnant?”
Long silence on her end
“Shit, I’m sorry Shelly, I didn’t think, aw feck..”
I can be such a bitch at times! Cue txts back and forth between her and Mammy2, with the kid thinking I am mad her. I let her steam for a while. Its only fair. The brother on the other hand had sent us a txt to say we were looking well in The Sun. Those 2 phrases should never be put togther. Of course having been caught out once already by a member of the family I was wise to this. A few txts back and forth and then voila, a picture. Of us, looking miserable in the Sun. The thing is, the photographer on the day, took a ton of pictures, with most of them smiling. Obviously when you consider the fact that we were in a tabloid, it would explain the long faces. Or perhaps their angle for the article was, shut these miserable lesbians up and let them marry. Who knows. But we’ve agreed to avoid the tabloids. Feckers can’t be trusted.
An email from the sister in Argentina, regaling me with tales of her travels and I just have to share this bit with you.
On the bus down to El Calafate there were these 2 Irish guys with a Flemish guy and they were talking a lot the whole way and I couldn´t sleep so was half listening to their conversation, once I heard the sentence ¨I don´t have a problem with fags¨I was like right I hate them! Feckin small minded pricks, I hope seeing as college or wherever they were before this didn´t open their minds that travelling will, idiots. I was dying to throw a bottle at them and then duck cos the bus was really dark so that people could sleep. Ah I shouldn´t let it bother me, they were those full of shit types who were trying to say that the Simpsons is an intellectual programme!! Hilarious.
That’s my sis!
