Teenagers.... sigh...at least I've stopped throwing up

I appear to have stopped throwing up. Our neighbour came in today and said the throwing up was probably due to the passing on of a nasty little virus from his kids.

Bloody kids.

Not those ones particularly. They're lovely kids.

Just kids in general.

Kitty called looking for money today to go on a shopping trip to St. John, and when we wouldn't give her enough (ie more than $150 which we scraped together at a day's notice) she swore at her father. Then she called back and when I took a strip off her for being an ungrateful little hussy, she swore at me.

So we reduced the amount we are giving her by fifty dollars. To teach her a lesson about ingratitudinal swearing.

Then her mother called to say that we were a pair of selfish layabouts and so she was going to go after alimony (from me, apparently, I don't ever remember having a lesbian marriage with a psychopath, but I've done stranger things when I'm drunk so maybe) and swore at Himself a lot about how we were living high on the hog (whatever way you say that when you're a psychotic Quebecoise), and how that was all going to end soon.

I told Himself I had that possibility checked out by the greatest legal minds in Nova Scotia as soon as I realised he was divorcing a psychopath and it was okay, my millions are safe from her.

Pennies can be millions too, boys and girls, it's all about perspective.

So now we are both sitting here relieved we have stopped throwing up finally (no small measure for Himself who had to not throw up into his oxygen mask at work all day) but kinda sad that there's all this swearing going on about money.

Honey catches flies better than vinegar.

I very much hope that Kitty will learn that one of the days, when she's a little more mature. Of course, I'm one to talk - I wrote a lofty, patronising message on her Facebook wall for all her relations and friends to see, and deleted her as a friend so she can't swear at me online - so I don't think maturity is the issue.

It's all about perspective. My parents went short to give me things and so when Kitty was here, I did the same and we went short to give her things, and because her mother would never dream of doing that, the fact that she had clothes and shoes and bags and books and money in her pocket when she got home meant that I must be rich.

Anyways, we have transferred the child benefit back to her mother's name, as Kitty seems to have settled down a bit too well at home, so hopefully the federal machinary will creak into action at some point and she will calm down and stop forcing her daughter to extort money out of me.

What hurt the most was Kitty telling me that she didn't have to take any (of my) crap from someone that wasn't even in her family.

I suppose that's why she forgot my birthday last week.

It doesn't hurt because it's hurtful - well, forgetting my birthday was actually kinda hurtful. That's the downside of Facebook - if you forget you just don't care, do you!! But she's just a teenager, and her hormones are in control.

It hurts because it reminds me of all the hurtful things I said to my mother when I was sixteen.

At least I get to apologise nowadays though. Two weeks of it in August, as the Queen Parents make their second royal visit to Nova Scotia.

Hooray!