Halloween and Horrors
The kid stayed over at ours last night. The poor thing wasn’t having a good day. She had an assessment test for a company in my business park so most of yesterday morning was spent running up and down the stairs in my work place. I had to meet her, bring her into my canteen for brekkie and take her bag off her with her normal clothes as she calls them. I can think of a lot of other names for them. She headed to where she thought the building was. As it turns out, the company have 2 buildings, the first one was deserted and she couldn’t find the second one. Back down the stairs and out into the cold rain. We found it, she got nervous as there were loads of people in reception , obviously all going to the same assessment as she was. Cold feet resulted in us heading back to my work place, her changing out of her stuff and beating herself up over not being able to face the interview. Which resulted in my offering some retail therpy. In my defence she doesn’t have a winter coat. Yes, I am aware she’s a teenager and as a rule they don’t bother with coats. I remember the amount of arguments we used to have with her about coats and her explaining how she didn’t feel the cold. Even though she’d be blue. So off she headed with my laser card and the keys to the apartment. She txted a while later to say, not alone had she found a great winter coat but also a hat and some gloves. The whole teenagers not feeling the cold is obviously an old wife’s tale, or in this case
and old teenagers tale.
I arrived home to find her wrapped up in Mam’s dressing gown and a hot water bottle at her feet. She couldn’t get the heating to work. I set about cooking her favourite dinner which involves mash. The mate S dropped in to pick up some stuff we were getting rid of and she wanted and she stayed for dinner. Thankfully I always cook some extra potatoes and you never know when its going to be needed and this time there was enough for four. Once S was gone, we were about to settle down to watch the horror movie Rec when the kid start’s crying and getting all upset about how she’s never going to get a job and the boyf’s mam is driving her mad. Mammy2 assumed the hugging position, I ran for the kettle. Some things never change. We finally got her talking and we offered to help find some FAS courses that she might be interested in. Through the sobs and snot bubbles, she was talking about how she has no mates to talk to about stuff. In fairness to her it must be so hard. Titches love to talk and the best therapy for us is chatting to our mates, well the close ones. We obviously don’t just start yacking about our private thoughts to just anyone like?! We said we would try and have family night more often so at least she could rant to us. I honestly don’t know what her friends don’t last. Perhaps its the whole teenage girls can be complete witches?
Cup of tea in hand, she was curled up beside me whilst Mammy2 sat in front of me looking for a head-rub. Rec had been recommended by the future brother in law J, he’s big into horror films so I was expecting a new hair style. I could do with one, this mane is becoming very unruly. It wasn’t as scary but it was original I’ll give it that much. Some boo factors but mostly ew factors. The kid was clutching my shoulder as she whispered “ohy god, oh jesus, this is so scary, its great, I can’t look, you tell me what happens, OH” and her grip gets tighter and tighter until the blood ceases to circulate in that area. Mammy2 headed to bed and we thought we would watch the original and still the best in my book Halloween. It has dated. Quite a bit. I mean the amount of material some of the trousers took up was scarier then Micheal Mysers ’speeding’ past in his station wagon. We got through half of it and I was starting to fall asleep and the kid was suffering withdrawl symptoms from Bebo. I went to bed and she moved to the pc. She got up with me this morning and it felt very surreal walking with her towards her old school bus stop. This time we were getting the Luas and I resisted the urge
to comment on her lack of tie or her lip ring.
Tonight we are heading to the inlaws to go trick or treating with the kids. Well that’s the plan. We may be too late and just have to sit and drink wine with the other parental units as one poor parent has to bring the kids. The brother-in-law is up from the country with his 2 so I will be bringing the camera to try and record the costumes and general halloween fun and frolics which will be sure to happen. I did want to dress up, we were going to recycle our nuns outfits from carnival. However, the weather being as cold as it is, costumes don’t work half as well with jackets and wooly hats. Wearing the costume over the jacket would have made me look like Robbie Coltrane. We left the costumes at home.
