I HATE BEING EIGHT. Because when you're eight and say the F word you end up on the NAUGHTY STEP for 8 minutes.
When your 38... no one minds! Most people just laugh.
I'm not supposed to used the computer tonight so I guess ill have to tell you more about why i needed to use the F word tomorrow.
x Maddy
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Monday, 29 November 2010
D...I....V...O....R....C....E?
I HATE BEING EIGHT... because some grown ups confuse EIGHT with STUPID.
I am NOT stupid.
(I know this because when we all got our IQ tested mine was 147 ... which is HIGH in case you don't know. The average is 100)
Aunty Sal MUST have thought I was stupid yesterday when she came over to have tea with us. I was watching TV, and she whispered to mum and asked her if she and dad had talked any more about the D...I....V...O....R....C....E?
...I mean! DUH! I can spell! English is my best subject.
Mum at least DOES know this... which is why she looked at me when I looked around and didn't say anything.
But I know there going to get divorced.... probably anyway. Because Jess told me its what happens when dads stop coming home and work all the time. She told me it usually means that he loves another woman whos younger and prettier than mum.
Sometimes I look at dad when he's having his breakfast or something and think of him dancing about in London and kissing with a younger woman. Like a secretary with tight clothes on who doesn't care about mum. And I hate the woman. And if found out it was true I think i would hate dad forever.
(I have to cover the screen now or he'll see it. I cant let them read this now. Mum or Dad. This will just have to be a secret diary blog except Jess... Jess is my Editor)
Dad works in London but he was always home every night, usually late because the train takes him ages. But he would come back in time to kiss us goodnight and sometimes a story.
But then this summer holidays he started saying to mum it was making him too tired and he wanted to stay in London in the week.
He said he could say at his friends flat. Uncle Jay (not a real uncle but he calls himself that so we call him that too so we're not rude) I don't mind. He's really funny. But mum wasn't happy about it.
"I know what you two are like together" she said.
"What are they like?" I asked
"Shh Maddy."
I get that alot... "Shh Maddy."
Dad won. NONE of us thought he would. It sounded like the WORST idea ever! Jamie and i cried and Jess told him he was selfish... but he still did it.
So now we only ever see dad on weekends and sometimes he doesn't even get here until late on Saturday which ruins the day because we are just waiting for him most of the time.
This weekend we waited until 6! Thats the latest it's ever been.
Daddy always has an excuse. Bad trains, he had to work, he had to fix something or a friend needed him.
Mum didn't even look at him when he arrived this time. She was so angry. SCARY angry.
I felt angry too but when he got here I was just so glad that we could still go to Harry Potter i couldnt stay mad at him like mum can. I gave him a hug and then we all just went to the cinema. But in the car mum and dad didn't talk... at all!
Jess whispered to me that this is a bad sign because "communication is the base of a good marriage." (Communication is talking by the way.)
Then it felt like I could feel the marriage was falling to peices in the car on the way to the cinema becasue their base was taken away.
So then I just really wanted them to talk about ANYTHING.
So I said. "Tell dad what happened this week."
I didnt mean for her to tell him about my throwing the nose at Mrs Harris and her getting called TWICE.
They did start talking. But then it was just all dad saying how disappointed he was in me.
GREAT! Well done Maddy.
Harry Potter is a 12 but they let me in. I was nervous they would stop me.
It was AMAZING (my second fave film) but I cried when Dobby died at the end.
And I didn't stop for like an HOUR. Mum was nice at first but when i kept on crying and crying and crying she told me it was just a film and don't be silly and she wouldn't let me go see the next one in the summer if I was going to get so upset.
I stopped then but i still felt like i had more crying to do. I did some more after mum turned my light out.
It's weird. I didn't think I liked dobby THAT much.
I am NOT stupid.
(I know this because when we all got our IQ tested mine was 147 ... which is HIGH in case you don't know. The average is 100)
Aunty Sal MUST have thought I was stupid yesterday when she came over to have tea with us. I was watching TV, and she whispered to mum and asked her if she and dad had talked any more about the D...I....V...O....R....C....E?
...I mean! DUH! I can spell! English is my best subject.
Mum at least DOES know this... which is why she looked at me when I looked around and didn't say anything.
But I know there going to get divorced.... probably anyway. Because Jess told me its what happens when dads stop coming home and work all the time. She told me it usually means that he loves another woman whos younger and prettier than mum.
Sometimes I look at dad when he's having his breakfast or something and think of him dancing about in London and kissing with a younger woman. Like a secretary with tight clothes on who doesn't care about mum. And I hate the woman. And if found out it was true I think i would hate dad forever.
(I have to cover the screen now or he'll see it. I cant let them read this now. Mum or Dad. This will just have to be a secret diary blog except Jess... Jess is my Editor)
Dad works in London but he was always home every night, usually late because the train takes him ages. But he would come back in time to kiss us goodnight and sometimes a story.
But then this summer holidays he started saying to mum it was making him too tired and he wanted to stay in London in the week.
He said he could say at his friends flat. Uncle Jay (not a real uncle but he calls himself that so we call him that too so we're not rude) I don't mind. He's really funny. But mum wasn't happy about it.
"I know what you two are like together" she said.
"What are they like?" I asked
"Shh Maddy."
I get that alot... "Shh Maddy."
Dad won. NONE of us thought he would. It sounded like the WORST idea ever! Jamie and i cried and Jess told him he was selfish... but he still did it.
So now we only ever see dad on weekends and sometimes he doesn't even get here until late on Saturday which ruins the day because we are just waiting for him most of the time.
This weekend we waited until 6! Thats the latest it's ever been.
Daddy always has an excuse. Bad trains, he had to work, he had to fix something or a friend needed him.
Mum didn't even look at him when he arrived this time. She was so angry. SCARY angry.
I felt angry too but when he got here I was just so glad that we could still go to Harry Potter i couldnt stay mad at him like mum can. I gave him a hug and then we all just went to the cinema. But in the car mum and dad didn't talk... at all!
Jess whispered to me that this is a bad sign because "communication is the base of a good marriage." (Communication is talking by the way.)
Then it felt like I could feel the marriage was falling to peices in the car on the way to the cinema becasue their base was taken away.
So then I just really wanted them to talk about ANYTHING.
So I said. "Tell dad what happened this week."
I didnt mean for her to tell him about my throwing the nose at Mrs Harris and her getting called TWICE.
They did start talking. But then it was just all dad saying how disappointed he was in me.
GREAT! Well done Maddy.
Harry Potter is a 12 but they let me in. I was nervous they would stop me.
It was AMAZING (my second fave film) but I cried when Dobby died at the end.
And I didn't stop for like an HOUR. Mum was nice at first but when i kept on crying and crying and crying she told me it was just a film and don't be silly and she wouldn't let me go see the next one in the summer if I was going to get so upset.
I stopped then but i still felt like i had more crying to do. I did some more after mum turned my light out.
It's weird. I didn't think I liked dobby THAT much.
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Anger issues
I HATE BEING EIGHT. Because when your eight people trick you.
Like when dad says "Last one to eat your dinner is a rotten egg!"
Thats just a trick to make us all eat. (Me Davie and Jess)
I used to race.... I used to eat everything so fast I felt sick!
But im not falling for it anymore. Who cares if im a rotten egg? It doesn't mean anything anyway. It's not as though I'm suddenly going to grow a shell and start smelling...... is it?
I hope you read this Dad.
I even got tricked into writing this blog.
Apparently i have "Anger issues"
That is what Mrs Harris told Mum after what happened last week at school.
U want to know what happened?!
We were sorting out our costumes for the xmas play. I'm a reindeer (their are 4 reindeer) and Mrs harris comes round and gives us all plastic red noses to weare.
But I tell her we cant all wear them. Becasue there is only one Rudolf and anyway I want to be Dancer... out of "Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixon" which is from the book mum always reads us. Santas REAL reindeer.
But Mrs Harris had not even HEARD of Dasher and Dancer!!! She says Rudolf is the only reindeer she knew about.
And shes WRONG!
And suddenly I was so so angry. It was like she was saying I was lying and everyone in the class was looking at me like I was stupid. And I felt hot and like crying but instead I threw my red nose at Mrs Harris.
AND IT HIT HER!!!
And I didn't even think it would - i didn't even AIM but it made this loud SMACK sound on her cheek.
And it was like I had tried to kill her because the whole class was staring - TOTALLY quiet.
Mrs Harris sent me to the Headmistress. Mrs Wurst... shes the worst! HA HA.
She doesn't look scary but she is. I tore up three tissues into little pieces when I told her what happened.
She kept asking me why I did it. And I just kept saying I don't know. I don't know. I dont know!!!
She told me she had to tell my mum what happened and I said please please please don't.
But she did anyways.
That's the other thing I hate. Grown ups never keep your secrets when your 8.
They tell each other everything. especially if it's something naughty I did.
Mum was angry and she told me she was embarrassed. Like it was something I had done to HER!
The next day Eleanor - who's my LEAST fave person in my class started calling me Mad Maddy.
At lunch time she even made it into a song (not a very good one) and taught it to Becca and Bethany.
They thought they were so funny! They even came up to me, they were so proud of it. Stupid pooheads.
Eleaonor was holding her tray and she still had baked beans on her plate. SO when I flipped up her tray from underneath - she got beans and sauce all down her jumper!!
Of course she went and howled to Mrs Harris straight away. (with loads of tears) Like she wasnt the mean one!!!
She said "I was just TALKING to Maddy and she did this!!" And of course Becca and Bethany backed her up. I said about the song but Mrs Harris was all "Sticks and stones... blah blah blah
Mum got called again. And I got told off again. And on the way home in the car she told me Mrs Harris says I have Anger Issues.
Mum says I have to learn to let my angry feelings out "RESPONSIBLY". But I said that if im not allowed 1) to hit people 2) throw stuff at people or even 3) shout... I didnt see how I could get my anger out.
Jess (Thats my sister by the way) was in the car too. And she said that if she could think of a way, I had to do it. So I said like - fine!
THEN Jess came up with diary writing idea - But to write about all the things I hate (i know she'd already thought of it). Its not a mean trick. But still a trick.
Mum said she'd buy me a pretty diary but I said i wanted to type not write. So Jess said I could write a blog. Mum doesn't like this as much. Sorry Mum! haha! :)
And thats why I have been writing on Mums laptop for TWO HOURS! Phew!
And im going to keep writing until I get out all the stuff I hate.
This could take a long long time!
Like when dad says "Last one to eat your dinner is a rotten egg!"
Thats just a trick to make us all eat. (Me Davie and Jess)
I used to race.... I used to eat everything so fast I felt sick!
But im not falling for it anymore. Who cares if im a rotten egg? It doesn't mean anything anyway. It's not as though I'm suddenly going to grow a shell and start smelling...... is it?
I hope you read this Dad.
I even got tricked into writing this blog.
Apparently i have "Anger issues"
That is what Mrs Harris told Mum after what happened last week at school.
U want to know what happened?!
We were sorting out our costumes for the xmas play. I'm a reindeer (their are 4 reindeer) and Mrs harris comes round and gives us all plastic red noses to weare.
But I tell her we cant all wear them. Becasue there is only one Rudolf and anyway I want to be Dancer... out of "Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixon" which is from the book mum always reads us. Santas REAL reindeer.
But Mrs Harris had not even HEARD of Dasher and Dancer!!! She says Rudolf is the only reindeer she knew about.
And shes WRONG!
And suddenly I was so so angry. It was like she was saying I was lying and everyone in the class was looking at me like I was stupid. And I felt hot and like crying but instead I threw my red nose at Mrs Harris.
AND IT HIT HER!!!
And I didn't even think it would - i didn't even AIM but it made this loud SMACK sound on her cheek.
And it was like I had tried to kill her because the whole class was staring - TOTALLY quiet.
Mrs Harris sent me to the Headmistress. Mrs Wurst... shes the worst! HA HA.
She doesn't look scary but she is. I tore up three tissues into little pieces when I told her what happened.
She kept asking me why I did it. And I just kept saying I don't know. I don't know. I dont know!!!
She told me she had to tell my mum what happened and I said please please please don't.
But she did anyways.
That's the other thing I hate. Grown ups never keep your secrets when your 8.
They tell each other everything. especially if it's something naughty I did.
Mum was angry and she told me she was embarrassed. Like it was something I had done to HER!
The next day Eleanor - who's my LEAST fave person in my class started calling me Mad Maddy.
At lunch time she even made it into a song (not a very good one) and taught it to Becca and Bethany.
They thought they were so funny! They even came up to me, they were so proud of it. Stupid pooheads.
Eleaonor was holding her tray and she still had baked beans on her plate. SO when I flipped up her tray from underneath - she got beans and sauce all down her jumper!!
Of course she went and howled to Mrs Harris straight away. (with loads of tears) Like she wasnt the mean one!!!
She said "I was just TALKING to Maddy and she did this!!" And of course Becca and Bethany backed her up. I said about the song but Mrs Harris was all "Sticks and stones... blah blah blah
Mum got called again. And I got told off again. And on the way home in the car she told me Mrs Harris says I have Anger Issues.
Mum says I have to learn to let my angry feelings out "RESPONSIBLY". But I said that if im not allowed 1) to hit people 2) throw stuff at people or even 3) shout... I didnt see how I could get my anger out.
Jess (Thats my sister by the way) was in the car too. And she said that if she could think of a way, I had to do it. So I said like - fine!
THEN Jess came up with diary writing idea - But to write about all the things I hate (i know she'd already thought of it). Its not a mean trick. But still a trick.
Mum said she'd buy me a pretty diary but I said i wanted to type not write. So Jess said I could write a blog. Mum doesn't like this as much. Sorry Mum! haha! :)
And thats why I have been writing on Mums laptop for TWO HOURS! Phew!
And im going to keep writing until I get out all the stuff I hate.
This could take a long long time!
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