Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Ok, in my battle against the giant mutant spiders the score has now shifted.  Me-2, spiders-0.  There was a giant one climbing up my bedroom wall when I was sat up in bed reading in the middle of the night.  Not something I needed to deal with at two in the morning.  Grrrr.  I managed to take control of the situation though, so perhaps I’m getting a bit better.  Then again …

We had some bad news today.  Our nice normal new neighbours might be moving.  Noooooooooooooo.  Oh well.  They said that if they do they’ll stay in touch, but it could be that The Child’s first relationship won’t last much longer.  I’m sure the heartbreak won’t last too long though.  Children bounce back so quickly.  Still, I can understand their reasons for wanting to move, even if it is a shame.

The Child has her hospital appointment next week.  I really hope it goes all right.  I’ll scream if she has to wear special shoes or anything though, having just forked out for her school shoes.  And there is also the fact that she should have been seen months ago.  I’m still pissed off that they kept cancelling her appointment.  Grrrr.  I’m nervous though, just in case there is anything up with her feet.  At least I’ll find out at long last.

Just one more week of half days, and then The Child starts school full time.  I really hope she takes to it ok.  The first week went well, but we’ll have to wait and see.  At least she doesn’t have a scary teacher like I did.

My first teacher used to make us all sit on the carpet with our hands on our heads if someone had done something naughty.  We had to sit like that until the culprit owned up.  The culprit rarely did, and so the whole class was punished.  I think it just scared us into never owning up.  She also told me off for telling tales when I told her I was being bullied.  I wasn’t telling tales, as I was genuinely being bullied.  Because of my teacher, I never told my parents as I didn’t want to be told off further.  I still don’t tell people when something’s wrong as I don’t want to inconvenience them.  I really hope The Child will be able to tell me if she ever gets bullied.  I know my parents wish I’d told them.

I hope there aren’t any mutant spiders tonight.