Tall Girl, however is becoming more of a teenager by the minute. She threw a strop before school today and gave me a look that could kill, rather than saying goodbye, as she left. I didn't let her get away with it, but I fear there is more where that came from. Tomorrow I am taxi servicing her and her friends around in the afternoon (they finished for the holidays today). I don't mind doing it at all, but I don't want to be taken for granted. I have a horrible feeling that it goes with the territory?
PS. I went to the solicitors today ( leaving the dwarf outfit at home) but when I arrived and started to talk to her, she suddenly realised she couldn't act for me because she had already spoken to Husband. How annoying (and odd too because she had been recommended to me, and was not easy to find). Apparently their computer should have acknowledged the conflict of interests when I made the appointment, but someone had spelt my name wrong, so it didn't show up. I should have gone as Grumpy after all, because I was afterwards, VERY!
Wait--so he's already spoken to someone regarding the divorce? Thought he was dragging his feet on that. How annoying! Was she at least able to recommend someone else?
ReplyDeleteAh, teenage strops...I see my daughter learn to stomp her feet and realize that I'm merely witnessing the tip of the angst iceberg...
Oh........ that is so annoying & you were geared up to get on with it.
ReplyDeleteI think all children go off the boil when they reach their teens & are suddenly really hard work.
As a rule, they do make lovely grownups! just have to hang in there.
How dare he steal your lawyer!!
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All girls go there... it is finding the balance between firm boundaries and being close enough she can talk to you. Now that my daughter is 23, the angst and the arguments have receded....but I would be quite happy for her to move out and she won't. I think I have been too nice....
I'd have been more than grumpy, I'd have been fuming. Fancy dragging you out to her office and then saying she can't help you. Their computer should at least check under alternative spellings. Oh well, at least the next solicitor won't have that problem....
ReplyDeleteHow annoying was that? I bet you were well dischuffed.
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Well, well, well ... at least you know he's been to a solicitor. Did he tell you he was doing that? Nice to know who is representing him too. When you look for another one, try to find one who specialises in Family Law - they will have the most experience for a case like yours.
ReplyDeleteI get to play that rough and tumble stuff with No.2 too - fabulous isn't it? (If sometimes a bit 'ouchy'!)
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Oh Lordy, Sub, just when you were getting somewhere. Will you have to find another solicitor now?
ReplyDeleteIsn't it in that book Raising Boys where you should wrestle with boys for 10 minutes a day or something. Supposed to be healthy.
have a good weekend sweetie xxxx
Conflict of interest... that's almost incompetence!
ReplyDeleteWhat a flipping nuisance about the lawyer - I hope you find another really good one.
ReplyDeleteIt will be great to see you at the meet up - and yes, a handmade-by-somebody-else-present will be fine for the lucky dip! I've just written an updated blogpost with all the details.
Lucy x
Complicated Conflicying and C*** stuff! Hugs to you right now sister.
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How annoying of the solicitor. You hadn't divulged anything important to her before she realised had you?
ReplyDeleteenjoy the wrestling while you can. My lad is now five ten and has the strength of an oz. The best I can have now is a kiss and a hug. It would be no contest.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the Dotterel. If they get your name wrong, what else would they make a mess of? Go to a different solicitors' office! And good luck.
ReplyDeleteThat is so crap, you would expect the solicitor to be better than that
ReplyDeleteTeenage girl looks - I'm getting to be a master at receiving them.
ReplyDeleteSolicitor sounds unprofessional. I hope that you can find a better one.
ReplyDeleteMy 19 year old still occasionally runs into our bedroom and throws himself onto the bed! I keep telling him that he will go through the ceiling and I can remember my mother saying the same to me. All of my boys enjoyed wrestling when they were younger, but with each other, not with me. At least that's what they called it. It often looked more like fighting to me. ;0)
Oh dear... the teenage years are approaching. My Grandmama was great at dealing with me at that age. She'd leave hot chocolate on the table and say "sit, drink and talk."
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about the solicitor you lost. They seem fickle. You'll find a better one xx
You see, I dared you to go as a dwarf! Small Sprog will remember these fun times with you. I remember when I was a kid, my Mum would chase me around the dining room table, pretending to be a witch. Even though it scared me silly, I would egg her on to do it even more! Don't fret over Tall Girl, all kids go through this stage, I did. There were times when I was a right madam with my Mum, needlesstosay we were always the best of friends. x
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