I got The Girl back a couple of days ago, and I couldn’t be happier about it. The way I am feeling at the moment is a far cry from the way I was feeling when I wrote this entry.
Today we’ve been having a Lazy Day, in fact she’s not even bothered getting out of her PJs, the lazy mare.
She wanted to spend some time at home, as she’s barely been here the past few weeks. she wanted to play on her computer, watch TV (we watched a couple of episodes of Samantha Who and Being Erica and then sang along to Moulin Rouge and she laughed while I cried to it, as I always do!).
Yesterday we had rushed around getting new uniform, shoes, tights, applying for her first Oyster card, and then we went to see The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. It was actually pretty good. If you go along with no expectations, and expect to be entertained by some great special effects and not have to think at all, it’s just what the doctor ordered.
The Girl thought it was fab, and I found it completely watchable. Although I have been watching Roger & Val Have Just Got In the last couple of weeks, so it was odd seeing Alfred Molina being an all-powerful evil sorcerer after that!
I did like the fact that they recreated the original Sorcerer’s Apprentice scene from fantasia, together with the music. that was a nice touch.
Tomorrow, I will be doing something extremely scary. I will be getting a set of house keys cut for The Girl. I find this difficult to deal with. To me, this is the most significant sign that she is growing up. Very hard to deal with
I do still get to tease her though – I noticed a guy on the Tube home on wednesday night that was obviously eavesdropping on our conversation and smirking to himself.
I can’t remember how it started, but she was saying soemthing about me being stuck with her for the rest of my life as she is my daughter and the most important thing in the world to me…ha!!!
Me: But you’re not really my daughter – I just found you
TG: No, you didn’t. You’re my mum.
Me: Nah, I found you in a skip.
TG: No you didn’t. You gave birth to me (this was said a little too loud for my liking)
Me: Nope. Not me. You could be anyone’s!
TG: No. I’m yours. *pause* Like who?
Me: You could be a princess, for all you know.
TG: Nah. Boring.
Me: Or you could be the real daughter of someone famous. You could be the secret child of Robbie Williams
TG: Well, that would account for my singing voice
Me: Yeah – you are a bit rubbish, aren’t you?
TG: *gives me the evil eye*