The Eyes Have It

Moral Of The Story: Never turn your back on a child with a glue stick and googly eyes.

In other news:

It was O's birthday on Tuesday (and thanks for all the good wishes for her) and her fuckwit of a father never called her. Not on her birthday, not the day after her birthday. Not one single person in his family called or sent a card or anything - not even his parents, her grandparents. Not one. I really wish they would just fall off the face of the earth. What kind of grandmother doesn't even acknowledge her first grandchild's birthday? O has made the effort. She's called her grandparents, she emailed and called her aunts and uncles and nothing. They'll email her back, but they don't make any effort to see her. They only live an hour away, so it's not like it's a chore to visit. They just don't seem to care. And O's heart is getting harder and harder towards them. She still gets a bit upset, but it's not like it was before. Now she just shrugs and says "Oh well. What do you expect from that family?" She's so jaded about them. It pisses me off. I just keep telling her that some people are just like that and there's not a lot you can do about it. If you want to make all the effort, they're happy to let you, but if not, then they won't. O says she's sick of making the effort, sick of being the bigger person. As she puts it, "I'm a kid, mum. I'm not supposed to have to be the bigger person here." It's hard to argue with that.