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Just for cosmetic purposes

Like any other parent or carer, I think my daughter is quite simply the most perfect wee Angel on earth. In every sense of the word.
I have noticed over the last wee while that she is getting more conscious of how she looks and what other people think.
Although she is one of the youngest in her class, she, like me, is a big girl. She is tall and healthy.
Recently she asked me if she was fat. My daughter is Just where she should be yet a few wee comments had made her think about her body and how she looked.
Having spent my formative years being referred to as the fat funny one of the female cousins, I am determined that she doesn’t start worrying about suchlike.
However, recently we were at the orthodontist to check and see there was enough space with all her big teeth coming in.
She is not the biggest fan of the dentist but she was calm and was reassured that this was just a check to see if she had space. ( The Demon dentist is a great story but I’m sure has not done the profession any favours)
The orthodontist asked her if she wanted to be as beautiful as her friends.
Cue the raging mother in the corner in her best r.p voice (who is looking at her 8-year-old wide-eyed daughter beginning to well up) inform said orthodontist that her daughter is already beautiful. (While at getting ready to fling her shoe at him)
He then tried to dig himself out of it by saying she could be even more beautiful by having work done on her teeth.
She’s 8.
If he was looking to gain paid business then I’m sure there are plenty of people who think that teeth that could eat an apple through a tennis racket at the age of 8 is necessary. Not this mammy.
No medical reason for it he informed me, just perhaps in the future ( 18 months he told me and would I like an appointment booked?)to make sure they are perfectly straight and white. for cosmetic purposes. Whit???
Cue a discussion with my daughter about cosmetic work on her teeth.
So, mr.orthodontist…..my daughter is beautiful. Her wee friends are beautiful too.
I’m sure you noticed, she still has a lot of her milk teeth too.
Demon dentist indeed.


Where the Wellies will take us……


A braw day. The last day of the long weekend and it was a smasher. Spent with the wee lady then an evening of work.
Bit of quality roller skating this morning and domestic goddess duties.
We headed out to the park with the Wellies on and it was magic. I have great memories of kicking through leaves as a wee girl and it’s a joy to see the wee lady doing the same. Literally gay abandon. It’s such a pity that we don’t stop to enjoy the wee things like that. (Like smelling the flowers I know!)
She rolled about and attempted to bury me in the leaves! Certainly beats teaching my 3rd years!
After a wander round the glass house to see all the beasties we wandered off the track a bit in the park and found blackberries. So we happily picked them to take home to make a crumble. She kept saying how it was “awesome” and her favourite day in the park ever. ( That’s saying something as we are in the park A LOT) clearly her half hobbit in the city side coming through. It reminded me of the time I took a group of city kids on an outward bound trip and we were canoeing and passed some fields ” Miss, is that a real coo?” Nearly fell out my boat laughing.
However, we made blackberry and raspberry crumble and it was lovely.yes, it was indeed “awesome”

Normal service resumes tomorrow for mad Tuesday!

Badly behaved mammy.com

apologies for the lack of posts for 2 days.
Thursday was French day and it was again, another brilliant day of nonsense with the weans. On hearing the bell at 3pm I did have a small collapse to myself. A shift with the paperwork then on to get the wee lady from a birthday tea. Pizza, humus and carrot sticks. Not an e- number or fizzy drink in sight. Was discussing baby food today with my good pals l( hola doll!) and G and just how bland they were. What did our parents do? Stick a bit of salt in it!!
Anyhoos, Thursday was a wee get together with one of my very bestest girls for her birthday over a bowl of pasta and perhaps some grape juice. We had a hoot speaking Spanish to old Giuseppe the Italian waiter and did some eye lash batting and explained it was her birthday , so a nice wee chorus of happy birthday in Italian. As per usual we talked mostly about weans at work and people we work with – all in the professional sense ( and maybe some inappropriate chat too!) I’m not sure I can mark that up as CPD but it’s a pity we don’t do enough of the chatting about work. My friend G today commented on the fact they many practionners feel they can’t just try something now with a class as they don’t have time. I frequently have heated discussions about what is core curriculum or not. The amount of people who say what do I need to take out my planned learning to deliver x, y, and z. When actually x, y, and z is your curriculum.
I may have had a visit from a badger on Friday morning but the rumours of this are greatly over exaggerated.
Friday was a mammy behaving badly.
No.i wasn’t in jail.
Off for a spot of brunch and the. The wee lady and I hit the city centre for a tiny spot of shopping. She is an unconscious comic but I think that’s the childhood innocence. “mummy why does that lady have crazy hair? Why is he wearing trousers that are too small? Mummy, that man can’t sing” we did our usual run round her favourite places then a visit for more perfume and she is happily scooting testers and herself. She is also very good at batting the eye lashes and we ended up with all sorts of free stuff. Yaaas.
Bad mammy alerts. We went to McDondalds.
Moving on.
Friday night was some top CPD. Caught up with two of the chaps I used to work with and again, for about 4 hours all we talked about??? Weans and work. Both have very different takes on their roles as senior managers but I laughed,possibly sang a hymn and spoke French.
Saturday morning was a nice catch up with my favourite Gaelic gymnast before heading to the city centre with a bag of food for the food bank.
The chap who was speaking at it was excellent and he said something that rang true – “it’s not charity, it’s humanity”
The wee lady was quite taken with the buzz and was asking all about why some people don’t have enough to eat.
She’s not daft.
Saturday night are girly nights and it was a box of malteasers and strictly come dancing.
Oh aye, we also got new sparkly trainers.no coca cola today.

Mammy points 10.
Manolo points 10 ( the wee lady deserves them)
Methodology points none due to the holiday




Yesterday was a tough day. I got up early to watch the referendum results coming in and my heart sank as no after no came in. It actually felt like a death in the family. Work was very flat so we sat chatting and eating malteasers. A power cut and phone lines down ensued we had to sit down and ‘it was lovely to discuss our hopes and dreams for Scotland and more importantly our daughters. Our own daughters and the daughters we work with every day.

The wee lady had been with my folks for a few days and was full of the joys of being spoiled ( in the best possible way) and lots of chat. We had a good chat about the vote and how it was important to do it. she may only be 5 but having been involved in various things from anti- trident marches, helping prepare things for soup kitchen, fundraising…..this wee lady has a tremendous sense of social justice already and I am not planning on letting down her or any of the other daughters ( and sons) I work with.

I am one of the 45% who voted yes because I want to see a positive change for her. A lot of my friends are hurt and sore that we missed the biggest opportunity to bring about social change. However, it has galvanised me into really getting something done for my daughter. For her future. Scenes in Glasgow last night were shameful, they are a minority, but a loud, ugly and violent minority. A change needs to happen.

Mammy points – 10 ( selfishly)
Manolos – pretty high, pink converse usually score well 8
Methodology – 8