A kiss with a fist is better than none

So what's been happening in the last few days. More drama? More action? No. Nothing much actually. I have found out a thing or two. My daughter dislikes babies. Nachos look like sick if you don't eat them fast enough. All children are evil. And I will NEVER understand men. Although actually that isn't strictly true. Nor is it anything new.

Thursday I took Grace to see my friends' new baby boy. She wasn't impressed (Grace that is, not my friend) To begin with there was a bit of jealousy. Towards the end it was a bitter resentment that I hadn't acted on her jealousy and handed him straight back over but continued to hold him thus being pretty much ignored by her. I'm not ecstatic that she already has an attitude problem at 20 months old but at least she is bright. Or stubborn. Either way.

Friday started with the stuff of nightmares. I love seeing her playing at tumble tots. What I don't like is other children. I just dislike children. I was there for an hour and in that hour I had one child hand me a pair of shoes that didn't belong to me, one snooping through my bag and another attempted to steal Grace's cup without me realising. I was onto him but can't fault the little sneak for trying. Probably harsh to say that about a kid who could have been no older than 1. I just swear that when they talk in the garbled fashion to one another there is some sort of plot going on. I can see it in their eyes. After Grace falling and cracking her ear on a chair, harrasing a sleeping newborn in its car seat and kicking a small girl in the face whilst trying to climb up the slide, we eventually left and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Same again next week? Most probably.
And then there was True Blood. Epic. Along came my lovely friends (they will enjoy reading that) aka The token gay, the ginger and her "is he gay?" boyfriend (they probably won't enjoy reading that... I'm allowed to say it because I love them) Nachos galore we watched an hour of what seemed to be meaningless nonsense. Then came the last 10 minutes jam packed with violence and sex. Thumbs up as it's what we'd been waiting for for 50 long minutes beforehand. Unfortunately I had no dreams of sexy vampires that night.

Today was a good one. Full to the brim with all you can eat food. Heaven. Today is also the day that my ex goes away to Austria. I did text him to tell him not to sleep with too many girls while he was there. In a jokey way but kind of serious. Seemed like a rather convinient time for him to be single. Split up just before he goes away for a week on a lads holiday, get back together after... Hmm highly suspicious you would say. Even more so since I had no reply to that message. I swear I'm starting to be able to read men like a book, Although I'm not sure whether or not that's a good thing... But nothing I can do about that. And if he does, well, I will just kill him. He was warned. Maybe I should warn him about the whole killing thing rather than just tell him not to do it. Or I could leave it as a surprise. I like the latter, I'll go with that. And this isn't even a trust issue. I do trust him. I 100% trust that he will sleep with at least one girl while he is away. Like I have said before he is a man whore and those kind of men don't change... not really. But what can you do hey? He is techinically single. I do often question my judgement on men. People must read about these guys I go out with and think I'm a bit simple. And they'd be quite right. I can't help it if my womanly pheromones draw in the strange and not quite right in the head's.

Anyway I should probably see to my daughter who is currently running around my living room naked shouting "BALL" and waving her arms about. She doesn't get it from me. Honest.