I’m having a very usual day today. I got a call from my DD this morning which is immediately worrying as she’s supposed to be at school!! She was, it was morning break and she was showing off in front of her friends that she has an English mum, she was asking me my thoughts on piercings.
Now the little madam already has her belly button pierced which I didn’t find out until way past the event last Christmas Eve. Ok, I can’t do anything about that now. She has been pestering me to allow her to get a tattoo over the past year and now this.
Well I said I wouldn’t be happy but between you and me it’s because I think she’s doing it for the wrong reasons. I think she’s desperately trying to get people’s attention and this is the wrong way to do it. I wish I was there with her. I said I’d call her back this evening seeing as I’m working late tonight. I have been really good in wishing them (her and her brother) a wonderful holiday and not letting them know about my bitterness.
DS sent me a text last night. He’s fine and finishing off his last year at our equivalent to a hotel college, he’s training to be a chef – Gordon Ramsey roll over when my boy hits the scene – lol. He wants to come to London next year with his friend to work for at last 6 months and I’m beside myself with excitement. Wouldn’t it be absolutely fantastic to have Tommy here and a new little step brother on the scene too?
I’m reading Zita West’s book ‘Getting Pregnant’ and it’s amazing anyone does get pregnant, poor sperm goes through hell to reach the egg and actually have tea breaks on the way. I read that it’s very important to have lots of bedding every month so am taking her to her word.