back again

[mrsbrown]

Now I'm back.

I've been thinking lately about the names I give my children when referring to them on LJ. I thought about it in the car on the way home and I thought this:

My eldest son, the one i've called G or Mr Peacock or Peacock Boy, his name means star, so I could call him Star.
My daughter, the one I've called T or Ms Not-a-goth, her name means lie-down-on-your-belly. I could call her Belly
My next son, who I think I might only have referred to as Z, his name is from a book. I could call him something else from a book. I would have my eldest three children named Star, and Belly and... Sneetch!

Anyway, I think Sneetch had a good reason for coming home instead of going to school.

Luckily I had thought about what I wanted to do this morning. I was very productive.

I took Sneetch to school, I went to the Mediterranean Supermarket while I was nearby and then I went to Bunnings for mr_bassman's birthday present On my way home I rang Star at his Dad's house.

He had a lump a fortnight ago, then he started feeling awful and went to the doctor, who sent him to the dentist, who gave him antibiotics and strong painkillers for the abscess in his gum. He kept feeling crap and having trouble eating, so he rang the dentist, who gave him some alternative antibiotics. Then, yesterday, his entire body came out in little red dots and his face swelled up. I'm not getting to mother him through this, Star keeps staying at his Dad's house and ringing me to keep me up to date.

He's now on antihistamines, new antibiotics (not amoxyllin) and is likely to look awful for another couple of days. He plans to spend them lying on the couch watching tv. Unfortunately, he started feeling crap just before his last VCE exam, so he didn't study.

Star and I took his form for special consideration in to school, then we went and had Breakfast/morning tea/lunch at the A1 Bakery and I drove him home, to his dad's, again. I suspect this is the new mothering style for the young adult. I'm very careful about being exploited by him, only being useful when he wants me to drive him somewhere*, so I made him pay for the meal.

When I got home mr_bassman was there, so I got him to help me empty the car. He spent the next 30min, telling me all the things he's going to make. Even as he was leaving to go back to work he came back in twice to tell me about how he can weld the front fence, and make a forge. Yes, he got a welder.




*I know, this is what parents are for, that doesn't mean I need to make it easy for him.

Comments

[splodgenoodles.livejournal.com]

I preferred the old name, meself.

[doushkasmum.livejournal.com]

So did I, Peacock, and Not a goth are much better reflections of their personalities and so much easier for me to know who you mean.I also suspect that Not a Goth would realy prefer not to be called Belly, just a thought...

[damned-colonial.livejournal.com]

That's what parents are for? Oh. I guess I could've got far more rides if I'd known that.