This Could Suck

Mother's Day was nice. I'd picked up some hand creams for my mum, and she likes them, so I guess you could say that I'd done my duty as a good son.

For lunch on Sunday the family headed over to my Grandmother's because she'd made a roast. It was a double header celebration. Mother's Day and my sister's birthday, although my sister's birthday wasn't until today, the 16th. We also had a couple of ring-ins, but they were good company. It's always nice when people help with the washing up.

The rest of Sunday was spent in bed. I wasn't sleeping the whole time, but I was reasonably tired. I had a capricciosa pizza. It was good, but I think that they forgot the olives. Whoops!

Monday morning I was late for work, well, later than usual. This meant that I was playing catch up for quite a while. When I'd just about made it I received a phone call from one of the mothers. She was saying how her son needed an extra day, and that he might need a bit of extra comfort. Then she started to sound really weird, and said something like he might need some extra comfor that day as her husband might have told him that they'd separated. I replied, "Oh yeah, okay, no worries, have a good day. Bye." It was about a minute later that I realised what she had said. And then what I had said.

I guess that's one of the traps when you say the same things over and over, when you are required to leave the script, you sometimes don't realise it. Plus, I was surpised that there had been a breakdown in her particular relationship. They both seem pretty sane, but I guess you never really know what goes on behind closed doors.

I felt really bad about saying what I said, and didn't want to appear callous so I tried to call her today. No dice. I did apologise in a note though.

Today I had an interesting couple come to inspect the centre. The reason that they were a little different was that they were both women. How do I know that they weren't just friends or sisters or something? They kept saying, "We're having a baby in August. We're looking for a centre for our child." They kept emphasising those words to make sure that I'd get the picture. I don't really care all that much.

When I first started working at the centre I thought that we had some parents that were both men. The dad I'd met, and he was pretty cool, but I thought that he may have been gay. Then I saw that his partner's name was Damon. I didn't know who Damon was, I just assumed it was another guy. I was wrong. Turns out that they were just another boring family. Although their son has a pretty cool name. I think that it's a character from a book.

Today is my sister's birthday. We had another roast. My dad ate too much and hurled in the bathroom sink. Sucks to be him!

My sister is twenty today, that's kind of scary. I remember the kinds of things that I was getting up to at that age, I don't think that my sister has that same self destructive streak that I did/do. Anyways, Happy Birthday Erin!