So he contacted me today by text,
told me he was sorry,
I asked him was it reading it in
black and white made him
understand, he said maybe,
he said other stuff too most of it
just sad stuff, sad stuff from me to him,
and him to me,

I would rather he hadnt found this blog,
However he did,
but there are lots of things
I would have rather didnt happen,
those things cant be changed either.

I will have to wait and see how long these
feelings remain with him, whether they are real
or just part of the misery he is in at the moment,
I spent some of today reading back hismidlifemycrisis,
seeing it with eyes that are almost a year on, didnt make
it any easier reading, why did I read it, was it to check
and see if I gave any damaging information away, no, because
I only ever wrote the truth as I saw or felt it. No regrets
about writing it, only that I had too.

Of course I wont be continuing writing this,
that is a given
but as I have most definitely learnt in my life
nothing goes my way really,
so I am not surprised to lose this outlet
either,
not really.
(Definitely a poor me moment)
How will I replace it,
that I dont know, but knowing me,
something will turn up,
I will do something, before this,
I had never even heard of a blog,
so it was meant for me,
and it didnt pass me by,
and I guess it was meant for him
to find out about it,
maybe to help him realise what has
become of us, of me, who knows,
life is so mysterious to me.

Maybe an odd time I will put in a post,
maybe not.
again who knows,
certainly not me.

So for the time being thanks
for the moments,
thanks for the reading and
'Au Revoir'

Maria

Okay, so there has been a disaster for me in relation to my blog,
for some very strange reason, him the ex, Gerry, was searching the
internet for whore, he input her name, and my blog came up, if you
read down the last post, he left comments. I almost passed out when
I read it today, my stomach left its contents and decided to jump
to my throat, not a pleasant feeling I can tell you, so here is where
I am now at.

I am writing this which is nearing my last post,
whilst I am writing it I know that
it may be read by someone who was never suppose to read it,
well maybe not never, but definitely not until I was ready for him to
read it, so I am writing it aware that he is reading it, and its
not the same, its not what I would have written, and I am so sad,
that this has been taken away from me, but I am grateful that
he commented, maybe in anger, maybe in hurt, who knows, but at
least I know that he is reading it, and that is better than not
knowing, I thank him for that,
I guess, because if I had been writing
on and on and he was just reading,
it would have been another betrayal
and there has been enough of that for me.

I had a crappy day anyway,
Mam has been having some very serious senior moments
this last week, and Dad is heartbroken at the turn of events
for him and her, now he is struggling with the dialysis,
the fistula in his arm has not matured
they have been trying to get it going since last week
and it has been horrendous for him,
he is back using the chest line,
and we await a consultants opinion as
to what they are going to do next for him.
Probably another operation, we just dont know.
I am so afraid for him, and for mam, but mostly for him.
I watch him sit there, when he thinks I'm not looking
with his head in his hands despairing for the future,
I know he is worried about everything, about mam,
about me, about the kids, and about him.
My dad probably has them in that order too,
him last. My poor poor da! :-(

I was at my solicitor today, I find it so awful, so distressing,
and now I cant go into it anyway, she tells me, not to be upset
that he referred to me as "your client"
try and just think of it as legal terms,
and that he will be dealing mainly on a solicitor
to solicitor bases, and really we should not get into
discussions about the whys and wherefore
between us, please just let them sort it.
So if you are reading it, lets do that,
its happening,
its not what I wanted, its going to be hard,
just let them sort it.
Please.

Where we are at after that, he tells me he is going to whore valley,
this is not a new comment you have heard me call it that before,
all of you.
Anyway, he is struggling, I know this, I see it, but no I cant help,
because even though he doesnt see it, I am struggling too,
and I know he thinks it is partially my fault,
but I still do not accept that he
had good enough reason to do what he did
and how he did it.

I am finding this post so hard,
I am trying to close it before I was ready to do so,
I am talking to him, when I just wanted to
talk, I am reading, and typing and analyzing and its not natural,
I guess it is my fault because I named whore, but I never expected
him to be looking for whore, must be checking her out. Well you know
what I wouldnt trust the marriage wrecking bitch either.

They are both cheaters, and that is something they both know going
forward into anything, who could live with that. huh.

Yeah, yeah, I know, that one is the bitch in me, hitting out
at him for reading my damn blog in the first place.

So that wont be my last post, I probably have
a few more things to say, maybe tomorrow,
but its not good, its not nice, its not natural.

What a shame, what will I do now?

My poor Noreen, will be worn to a frazzle listening
to me at least blogging got my head on straight,
We spoke tonight, she reckons I should write a book,
funny that, he made a similar however sarcastic comment,
about penguin books
maybe I should give them a call.

Yesterday was a surprising day,
He came to pick up our youngest,
whilst he was here, number one son
was looking for some cash, you know
the mam, Im going out, any chance of a few bob.

Im like do you do this, did you do that,
now he did this, but not that.
So I was dragging it out because I want him
to understand if he doesnt help out here,
he is not going to be handed cash like as my dad used to say,
it doesnt grow on trees, it needs to be earned.

Anyway, it was also difficult for me, because someone in
admin messed up in work, and because it was a bank holiday,
for St Patricks day, the wages did not go in on time,
and it would be monday, before the cash showed in the bank.

We at work were not happy bunnies,
but what can you do, although we moaned,
it wasnt going to change the situtation, so I was telling,
my son, blah blah, anyway, he, the ex,
heard what I was saying, and asked what had happened,
so I told him, It surprised me that I did not want to tell
him, I felt like saying mind your own business,
but what the heck, I told him.

He said I will see if I can bring back some money, for you,
now that was a surprise,
so I said, sure I'll probably be okay, but whatever.

When he was gone, I gave the son a few bob transferring it online into
his account, whilst I was online, it showed up in my account
that my wages had gone in,
it seems my bank does the monday morning banking
on a saturday,
what a great bank, this week.

When he brought number 3 child home,
he handed me some money, that was a real
surprise, to be honest it went deeper than a surprise
it was a shock. I told him the bank had put in the money,
it was okay, and then I had an even bigger shock,
he told me to hold on to the cash anyway,

Holy jasus, that took some absorbing.
It is so odd how, uncomfortable
he seemed to be giving it to me,
and how uncomfortable I was to
accept it. Weird, I cant really explain it,
maybe it was because it was unexpected or maybe
it was because I dont want him to be nice
to me, I dont know, but I took it,
said you dont have to but thanks,
and put it in my emergency fund.
Of course in my mind I spoiled it, by saying to myself,
well he owed me for the shower money, and the
half towards the 21st party, maybe that is my self defense,
or maybe it is Im a bitch,
probably a bit of both.

To cheer this post up, the girls, my sister, nephew and myself,
went to Dublin to see the Tutankhamun exhibition today, and
then we had a walk about town, it was good to just do something,
together.
I love hanging out with the kids and of course with
my sister, earth angel, best bud. I am looking forward to the
summer I think we will do that a lot more as the weather improves.

Today the oldest girl is not going with her dad,
she says she doesnt want to, she saw him st pats day
she had a good time, she is grand, she just doesnt want
to go.
I told her okay, she can stay home, maybe it will help her,
maybe if she is not with him she will miss the going out.

The reply is not good, yeah, and maybe I wont!
This is my softest girl the one who waits to be asked
by her friends to hang out, the one who was always, always,
her daddys girl, still a mammys girl also, but
they were so close, in all the times before and
since the split, she would go anywhere with him.

The stupid story about him maybe moving to Germany
in the next few months that he frightened and upset
her last month, has backfired on him, she is distancing
herself from him, I see her shutting down with him
I am watching this very carefully, but I am going with her on this
because she is in counselling, and she is going to talk
about this at her next meeting.

Stupid man.

Her brother is bailing also,
I cannot make a 21 year old hang out on a saturday afternoon
with his dad, but I do talk to him about it, usually he opens
up late at night, and especially if he has a few jars on him,
He is okay, I think, well he is typically young man about it,
sure shit happens, dad is a gobshite, I'm over it. Relax Im grand.

Stupid man.

The youngest is flipping out that she has to go on her own.
She has bailed a few times in the past by making arrangements
with her mates for cinema trips etc, so I am not having it,
she is going this week, I told her look you will have time
on your own with your dad, it will be fun, just you and him.

She was not impressed, you cant make me go, what are you gonna
do drag me out kicking and screaming, now I know her, she is just
pushing her luck, I say, no but why would you have to be dragged,
you are not going to the dentist, doctor, or even a vet, (she still not
laughing),
He is your dad, he wants to spend time with you, he is trying, you
have to take part in this, it is not only up to him to work at
your relationship, you all have to make an effort, and it will
become natural, normal, it will be okay.

Her answer was, IT WAS OKAY, IT WAS NATURAL, WHY DID HE
HAVE TO CHANGE ALL THAT!?
So I hugged her, told her I know, but thats what happened,
we gotta deal with it. She is going.

Stupid man.

So I have the three different stages of grief in my children,
Hurt, Anger, Acceptance.
For me I have them three all at the same time in my head,
which is why I have good days and bad days,
For my babies, I just want it to get okay for them
I want the acceptance to be more than acceptance,
I want them to recover, to be a new normal.

I just hope Im going about it the right way,
its the fear of them not being okay, I guess
of me not being okay also, I am on a wing and
a prayer most of the time.

I have friends who help, who talk it out with me,
and of course my earth angel, Noreen, who keeps
me going.

I am still at the stage where I wish it had never happened,
not that I would go back to before I found out that my good,
loving husband, was a lying cheating scumbag, (oops there is the anger)
because I would rather be here now, lamenting, than back there
believing in him, in us.
My heart, soul, my head, wishes
he hadnt been the liar, the cheater, and we were where
we were supposed to be, a happy normal family, (there is the hurt now)
but we are not, and things are as they are, and he did what he did
and we are all living with that, including him (there is the acceptance)

Stupid man. (hurt, anger, acceptance, all at the same time)

I have as you probably noticed a few horrible days,
they were also probably self inflicted, maybe I was
a nun in a former life, they were into self flagellation,
Thankfully, I only beat myself up with words and thoughts,
I am certainly not into physical torture, mental is enough.

It really started when my oldest girl was so distressed,
and I got her into school counselling, when I told
him, he didnt see it, not that he didnt believe me,
but he thought they were grand, grand, jesus, that
just riled me, then upset me.

Next then, the other two tell me they dont hear from
him very often during the week, maybe a group text,
or a text the other one gets but a name change, he is
not ringing them much. They say, sure it doesnt matter
Im not bothered, sometimes when he does ring, I dont even
want to talk to him.

See that does not hearten me, I want
my kids to have a dad, they need him, its not for him,
believe me, its for them, the negative affect of losing
their dad, because they think he doesnt care enough, or they
dont matter, will stay with them forever.

It is a great fear I have, I witnessed the destruction
of a good family because the dad walked away and made
a new life for himself minus his kids, and back then
it broke my heart, I am going to fight tooth and nail
to make sure my kids do not suffer that loss.

So every so often I call him, we meet or I tell
him what they are thinking feeling, well I didnt tell
him they sometimes dont want to talk to him, what good
would that do. That might just push him further away
from them, he says he will be here as long as they
need him, or want him, what does he know,
I am forty six years of age,
I still want and need my dad.

Even though I am in what I call a poor me mode,
I as a true bred and buttered paddy,
cannot let the day go by without sending
Happy St Patricks Day greeting to all out there.

Those who are Irish and those who would like to be Irish,
from the amount of people I have met, on my travels through
life I know that there are lots of people who just love
the Irishness of us, our nature, our humour, (especially that)
our optimisim and our adaptability to get on with life.
To take knocks on the chin and come out fighting, or laughing,

Im hoping to kick start my "Orishness" into gear anyday now,
I am just doing a little bit of the wallowing, to be fair,
its being a while, Im probably due a good old wallow anyway.

Usually it doesnt last, life is too complicated and busy for
me to indulge in that for too long. In the meantime,
BEJASUS AND BEGORRAH,
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back
and May you be in Heaven half an hour
before the devil knows you're dead.

M

I'm in work, at within an hour of starting my shift,
my buddy, eventually looked over at me, and said,
Betty, you have enough troubles of your own to be going
on with, you cannot carry the rest of the world's also.

I knew what he meant, I hadn't mentioned too much about
how I was actually feeling, he just knows me too well.

Then a little later, as Im still in saddo mode, I look
through my inbox messages on my phone, and there is one
there that I always keep but dont always look at.

Here it is,

I saw a little butterfly.
She danced along my lane,
and as she passed me by,
she fluttered out your name.

She said you must not worry,
She is giving you peace of mind,
and as she left she softly spoke,
" life will be just fine".
As I watched her fly away,
a feather floated down,
for a dove had landed on a tree
then glided to the ground,
He said he brings you a message,
from Angels up above.
He sings a little whistle to fill
your heart with love.

He wanted me to remind you, of his
precious little song, and if you
know someone who needs it, then
pass this message along.

You know what that is what I do,
and I guess Im sending it on now too.

My best sister sent that to me,
I dont know which of us is softer,
I do think its her, but I keep it
and in times of poor me, I look at it,
it helps.

I havent blogged for a few days,
Japan's disaster plays on my mind,
I am like that, I see the images on tv,
and in newspapers, and I realise how trivial
and pathetic my problems are.

I know that life works like that,
that my problems are the ones I have to deal with
but any massive disaster or event, has always made me
look at what I have and be glad for it, Its just, now,
I am still fretting about the problems I have,
and seem to be unable to shake the God help them,
how awful thoughts I have for the people in Japan.

I have had a long chat with Gerry, him, the ex, things have
been difficult with the kids, and we needed to clear
the air, well I suppose I needed to clear the air,
he was oblivious. So we talked but I just dont
want to get into the he said, I said, drama.

My head is wrecked, I guess I need to cop on,
I will try, I am back at work tomorrow, maybe
the busy days will cop me on.
I hope so.

Once again, horrible stuff happens in the world.
It brings to reality that things are not as bad for
me and my family as they could be.

My thoughts and prayers go to anyone who has been
affected by the earthquake and tsunami in Japan,
Nature is once again felt at her strongest, most
vicious. The truth is nothing will stand in her
way.

It is scary to watch the images on tv, and listen
and read the reports, May their God help them in whatever
way he can. Every human being feels sorrow and distress
about these events.

I am glad that the trouble at my door do not compare to
what is happening in Japan at the moment.

The difficulty of midweek concerts,
is the next day syndrome.

I was up at six and off to work,
they were up at eight and off to school,
by the time I came home we were all wrecked,
all of us including me were contrary bitches,
I often refer to these tired moods,
as wearing hairy knickers.
Its when everything, every moment
every move just irriates you,
the problem with last night
was three of us had hairy knicker moments
all at the same time.

So we also had screaming banshees out,
all over a hairbrush, that each one of them
needed at the same time, because its the BEST brush
for styling the hair straight in the house.

Of course it ended with floods of tears,
drama and on my end a headache.
Well probably on their end too.

So after the hairs where dried and both straight,
I chatted with both of them, told them they have
to shape up with each other, and accomadate each other,
The son did not escape either, he is doing projects
for college and to be honest even though he doesnt
wear knickers whatever he had on him must have been
hairy also. So I did my usual every so often,
family get on together we need each other rant.

Then we all went to bed, not unhappy with each other,
but probably unhappy with ourselves. Thankfully before
lights out everybody did a waltons moment, you know,
Night John Boy, Night Mary Ellen .....

They were in seventh heaven when they came out those doors
last night, the youngest couldnt even speak she was so hoarse
from screaming, thank god the tickets were too dear for me
to buy one for myself, I'm seriously not able for screaming
teens, and certainly not 20.000 of them all at the one time.

As you can guess, I chickened out of the they
can get the shuttle bus over to meet me, and
myself and my best in the whole wide world
sister hung around near the o2 in a very nice bar,
had a basket of chips, and a coke, and waited for
the concert to finish.

I am glad I did this, I am sure if they were with
a gang of young ones they would be braver, but
I know they were glad to see our faces amongst the
throngs of people when they came out.

Even if they weren't. I know my sister and I
felt happier about waiting for them there, than
worrying about them in town for the evening,
Its the mammy in us I guess.

I missed my friend's gig, for that I am sorry,
but I will arrange to go minus the sprogs some night.
Its the only way I would be comfortable about it.

Since the dry run last night of that I am sure.

Next time its Taylor Swift, I reckon there will be
alot less frenized excitement about that one though...

I got the camera, and she is delighted with it,
I also got the memory card so she can take as many
pictures as she wants.

Poor Justin will probably be blinded by all the teenagers
camera flashes going off in his innocent little face,
actually thats not sarcasm, I have seen his posters
and he is so cute looking,
now I know from when I last told my teenager her dress looked cute on her
and she stormed off and removed it, that to them it is not a compliment,
but to us aul' wans it is.

Last night was preparation day, outfits, hair all getting sorted,
as despite much pleading, they are going to school today, they
finish early every wednesday, so we will have loads of time
to get to town before the doors open. I told them they
had too many sick days already and no way were they missing
school unnecessarily, as you can guess, major pusses for about
five minutes, then they sucked it up, and got back to Justinmania.

As I only bought two tickets, the price of them, unbelievable!!
anyway, I'm leaving them to the door, and picking them up afterward,
yes I am an overprotective mam, they are used to it.

I might let them get the shuttle bus from the O2 back to the station,
I am working on my bravery for that one, we shall see, its going to
be 10.30pm in Dublin town, Im just not sure if Im up it.

I'll let you know.

Yesterday, I had a lazy bitch day,
to be honest I was well ready for it,
and glad that nothing interfered with it.

Today, Im still in slow mode, but have a few things
to do, I am doing the usual chores, slowly, but what the
heck they will be done anyway, eventually.

I am dropping my son to college in about an hour,
because I want to go and pick up a digital camera,
for the oldest girls birthday, it is going to be
an early present, but tomorrow night, one of
their christmas presents has finally arrived.

Well they had it for christmas, it is a concert ticket.
I got them three different concert tickets, this is the concert
they both like this guy. When I bought them I had no idea,
how excited the young female population of the world it seems was
about this guy. The girls are Beiber believers, or as loads of mammys
seem to call them beaver believers. I have a thought as to why they
are called beavers and I not sure it is really a misheard name!!

Justin only has to come on the radio, never mind the tv and they are
whoohooing. He is a twitter fanatic, anyway as the day approaches,
they are in seventh heaven. Its gas to see them so excited.

So anyway, her camera is broke, she wants a new one for her birthday,
and I want to surprise her with it for tomorrow night, so she can get
all of the photos on her own camera and will have them forever!!

Im picking it up today, thanks to argos on line, its a good one,
and Im hoping she likes the colour and type, but I have been
kinda sussing her out, with what about that one questions, so
I think it will be what she wants. I hope so.

So I am in the middle of my three day roster,
I am wrecked tired and it is 2am almost,
what the heck am I doing blogging, I should be
sleeping.

I did a dumb blonde thing, and its keeping me awake.

My work sometimes means I spend alot of time outdoors,
on the open road, today was one of those days,
I had many many occasions that meant I was outdoors,
and all of those times, I left my hat instead of on my head,
in my pocket. By the time four o clock came, I was sneezing,
by five, my eyes were streaming and my nose was snotting,
all of these things are my fault, but they are not the dumb
blonde moment.

Tonight when I came in I took some of the
cold and flu remedies, non paracetemol, and then an hour later
I thought feck it I will go to bed, I'll take the next dose now,
and will get a good sleep anyway.

That was my dumb blonde moment.

They were the non drowsy, with
a caffeine stimulant included, so I am wide awake, although
not snotting and blowing,
I am feeling the effects of the double dose.

Not to be recommended,

That I can vouch for.

Even though the day has moved on,
my story is still in that day,
the dyson dive day.

Soon after the phone call from my son,
I got a text message from the ex,
I thought it was about our daughter, that
the kids had rang him, but it wasnt, they didnt.

It was about his mam, she is sick again, and
he had her at the hospital that day, she
will need another op, to remove a tumor,
she is in her late eighties, and although it is
a secondary tumor, its still a worry.

I was so sorry to hear that, even though we never
got on, she never liked me from day one, this I have
mentioned before. Anyway, that doesnt matter, I have
know her for 25 years, and she is an old woman, I didnt like
to hear that she would have to go through the mill again, its an
awful thing. I texted this too him (without the she didnt like me bit)

We got into a few texts but each one came from him
apart from the first one, was about what it meant for him,
here I go again,
the others will have to help out
more this time, he has two brothers one in the UK
the other lives with his mother, doesnt drive and is useless
in a crisis. So he probably will have to do it all,
but that is not the point, he never lamented for his mother,
it was the poor me syndrome, I kept replying your poor mam,
I am sorry for her, and he finally got the message on my third text
and replied, yeah, its not good, I'll do what I can.

I replied its all anyone can ask. I think he took it as
a dig, because that was the last text, but anyway, I was took up
with the phone calls re the dyson dive, and didnt realise there was
no reply until later that evening when I read back the texts.

The kids never called him, when I got home, after dinner,
I sent him a text asking him to call when he wasnt busy,
and he did, I told him what had happened, then put him on
to the injured daughter, she told him she was fine, and then
shocked me with, a reply to a question he asked her,
Why would we call, what would you do anyway, we called Mam,
we knew she would help and she did, we are grand, there was
no need to call you.

I dont know how he felt about that comment, but it cut me to
the quick, the damage to our family sometimes is hidden, and
then at moments like that it is out there glaring us in the
face.

Did I say no dramas, no chance more likely,
Yesterday I took a half day off from work as
the oldest girls parent teacher meeting was on,
she didn't want to ask her dad to go, she is still
struggling with her relationship with her dad.

I went anyway, she is doing okay, her grades had
dropped a bit, but seemed to be recovering, the amount
of teachers that asked had anything happened to her last
year, as she had gone from being a very quiet girl to a too
quiet girl, she was doing her work, and managing but she
has gone too quiet.

So anyone that had a concern I told the
situtation, and it was harder to tell the teachers than people
I knew, but I was okay, I had had to do it for my younger one
a few months ago, but there were less teachers asking about her,
I guess its because she is newer in the school, not alot of them would
know her personality yet.

Its hard to hear "that explains it so, I'm sorry", but it is
the truth, and she is coming around, I managed to leave a message
with the school counsellor to connect with my daughter, as I know
she needs help, she just wont ask for herself, because she is
socially shy, so I have been assured she will get to talk to her.

When I went home I told my daughter that I had asked for it, and
even though she said, why mam, I knew she was pleased, my poor
little girl.

Does that end the drama of the day, nope,
I went back to work, and was half way through the
afternoon, when I get a phone call, from my son,
telling me the youngest had been hoovering the stairs,
but from the top down, and the flipping hoover fell on
top of her she had a cut and a bump on her head, and she
was panicking and so was he, I told him what to do, and
asked to speak to her, I calmed her down as much as possible
poor little pet, and asked my son did I need to come home,
he said no, he was managing, so I told him I would get
my friend accross the way to come over and check her out,
which she did.

My friend rang back to say she was okay, just more so shook,
and scared, we gave instructions that she wasnt to sleep, even
though I knew she hadnt blacked out or anything, and the bump was
up, not in, so they managed, but it shows the vunerablitly of them
even though my son is 21, and the girls are almost 17 and 14, they
are still my dependents, little people, my babies.

I hate having to work, and having to stay in work,
when I just want to run out the door, but sense has to prevail,
this is not because of him and me splitting, I have been working
full time for the last 6 years, its because of living in the
real, bills have to be paid world.

I kept in touch for the next two hours, I think I drove them mad.
On my way home, I went into a shop, and bought her a bunch of tulips,
she was delighted, it made her up.

The biggest fall out is she says no way am I hoovering again.
My response was well not from the top down anyway, and she replies
no never not again.

I'm letting that one go.

I have had a few busy days off,
Well days off shouldnt really be classified as such,
sometimes I go to work for a break, of course, I dont
tell work that, I dont think they would appreciate the fact
one little bit.

Both girls were home sick, they got septic throats, the
younger was probably worse, or she just moaned more.
Im not sure which. Anyway yesterday they where back at school,
my best sister surprised me with a visit, she does actually live
about 60 miles away so it is normally a preplanned thing for us,
and it is always always good to see her. We didnt do much as she
could only stay about 4 hours, but like I said anytime spent with
her is quality time.

I spoke with one of my new friends since the split up,
I guess she is a mutual friend now, as she also knows him,
from when they were younger, I find her great, very like myself,
meaning of course I am great, well you know what I am!!

Anyway, we had a good chat, she is very straight out,
and its nice to hear someone, who doesnt love you,
say, I understand, you are right, and help you justify
your actions your life, just because they agree, without real
prejudice, or deep connections to you, but because its sensible or
right or reasonable.
So again I thank her for that.

Today the youngest had a dental appointment,
she is getting a gum shield
for at night as her jaw keeps popping
and the dentist thinks she is grinding
her teeth at night, I never noticed but what the heck
the upside of this is that she will definitely stop sucking her thumb now.
She is on the waiting list for braces, which is huge,
but I cannot afford to pay private so she will have to queue,
the dentist says she has a great set of teeth,
no cavities whatsoever, but she was always great
at brushing, when she was two,
we had to lock down the toilet seat as she kept
trying to brush her teeth with the toilet water,
mind you she also used to wash her hands and face there too.
I love to regale that story when she is around,
she goes mental at me, but I swear apart from being gross,
it was hilarious.

Today anyway her appointment clashed with my mam's hospital appt
which I had to bring her to as dad does dialysis on thursday, what
a full life we have. So I texted the ex, and asked him to bring
her to the dentist which fair play to him he did no problem.

I havent seen her since I got back with mam as she went to school
after her appointment, and when I texted her dad, how did they get on,
he replied grand, she is to wear it at night, and she is gone to school
so I am back on schedule now, no dramas, from mam, thank god, and all is
moving along, reasonably quietly, long may it remain so. I wish...