I have one moment of peace on my hands, 30 emails to answer, and I just can't be bothered. It's because I'm exhausted. So for some reason I feel like letting loose and just pouring thoughts and words out rather than doing anything constructive while I have these minutes to myself.
We got back last night (Tues) from Wexford. The mini-tour was pretty good, with it's expected annoyances. They saw their castles and cathedrals and 5th century cemetaries, etc. Good days of sunshine, comfy B&Bs and a few nice pints. 6 adults in a vehicle travelling around the Sunny Southeast of Ireland for 4 days. Everyone has their things that make me want to punch them, naturally. It's amazing how the older adults get the more they stay the same. It really annoys me. I would like to think that I will not be like that and that I'll be able to be flexible when I'm in my 50's. Whatever.
My mom still pouts like a child when she doesn't get her way.
My dad still panders to my mom and her grossly outrageous high-maintenance nature.
Uncle M. is a tightass, and still thinks everyone is inferior to him & his wunderkind offspring.
Aunt P. still has to overanalyse everything out loud & micro-dissect every sentence you say.
And of course me & mine have our own little tidbits of being fallible. Hannes (the world's most patient boy) gets wound a little tight when it comes to my family. I see the smoke coming out of his ears at times when if it was anyone else, he'd take it with a grain of salt. But these people have the words "in-law" attached to their names, and that ups the ante a little bit. And myself? Well I'm just an insensitive rude cow where these folks are concerned. I'll jump on my mom's back whenever I dern well please, I purposely bring up politics just to see my dad go purple in the face and start to spontaneously combust with anger, and I keep telling the Aunt/Uncle to keep their voices down because they're embarassing the bejeezus out of me. (And in all fairness to them, it is only their first trip overseas ever).
But again, no huge fights. Mom pouted to the point of getting a kick in the face in Kilkenny one night when we all wanted to play Cranium at the B&B, and U.M. complained about having to spend money to the point of nearly getting a kick in the balls, in Wexford (doesn't one loud-mouthed tight ass in the bunch just spoil it for the rest of us?) but otherwise it was ok.
Now my baby has just left me to go to work, which means I'm on my own as tour guide today here in Cork. AND it's raining. Drag. At least I can flee to the office tomorrow.
Now for the most exciting bit. An email from our trusty employee Theo today, from the office down under:
Jill,
Find attached scan of your work temp work permit for Botswana.
STEP 1 complete. Congrats then on that!
Ok, so we knew that was coming anyway but the scan with my photo and the official stamp of the Commissioner of Labour.... just made it seem so real and tangible, it's a feeling I can't put into words. Kind of like when now every time we drive more than 3 hours away for some reason (like this weekend), the thought is always in our heads: "this could be the last time in Wexford.... maybe this is our last time in Kilkenny... maybe the last time I drive on the R634, etc. etc..."
We got back last night (Tues) from Wexford. The mini-tour was pretty good, with it's expected annoyances. They saw their castles and cathedrals and 5th century cemetaries, etc. Good days of sunshine, comfy B&Bs and a few nice pints. 6 adults in a vehicle travelling around the Sunny Southeast of Ireland for 4 days. Everyone has their things that make me want to punch them, naturally. It's amazing how the older adults get the more they stay the same. It really annoys me. I would like to think that I will not be like that and that I'll be able to be flexible when I'm in my 50's. Whatever.
My mom still pouts like a child when she doesn't get her way.
My dad still panders to my mom and her grossly outrageous high-maintenance nature.
Uncle M. is a tightass, and still thinks everyone is inferior to him & his wunderkind offspring.
Aunt P. still has to overanalyse everything out loud & micro-dissect every sentence you say.
And of course me & mine have our own little tidbits of being fallible. Hannes (the world's most patient boy) gets wound a little tight when it comes to my family. I see the smoke coming out of his ears at times when if it was anyone else, he'd take it with a grain of salt. But these people have the words "in-law" attached to their names, and that ups the ante a little bit. And myself? Well I'm just an insensitive rude cow where these folks are concerned. I'll jump on my mom's back whenever I dern well please, I purposely bring up politics just to see my dad go purple in the face and start to spontaneously combust with anger, and I keep telling the Aunt/Uncle to keep their voices down because they're embarassing the bejeezus out of me. (And in all fairness to them, it is only their first trip overseas ever).
But again, no huge fights. Mom pouted to the point of getting a kick in the face in Kilkenny one night when we all wanted to play Cranium at the B&B, and U.M. complained about having to spend money to the point of nearly getting a kick in the balls, in Wexford (doesn't one loud-mouthed tight ass in the bunch just spoil it for the rest of us?) but otherwise it was ok.
Now my baby has just left me to go to work, which means I'm on my own as tour guide today here in Cork. AND it's raining. Drag. At least I can flee to the office tomorrow.
Now for the most exciting bit. An email from our trusty employee Theo today, from the office down under:
Jill,
Find attached scan of your work temp work permit for Botswana.
STEP 1 complete. Congrats then on that!
Ok, so we knew that was coming anyway but the scan with my photo and the official stamp of the Commissioner of Labour.... just made it seem so real and tangible, it's a feeling I can't put into words. Kind of like when now every time we drive more than 3 hours away for some reason (like this weekend), the thought is always in our heads: "this could be the last time in Wexford.... maybe this is our last time in Kilkenny... maybe the last time I drive on the R634, etc. etc..."
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