Visions of Aestia

Now that I have a few minutes on the computer….

Yesterday, I FINALLY got some time with my friend Liz, who I thought was a good friend. She’s here till the 8th, because she is getting married on the 7th and then going on to ChristChurch where they plan to settle. I haven’t really seen her much in the past year, so I was looking forward to finally getting together for coffee. I was under the impression we’d be getting together alone - fair enough that she brought along her friend from SA, who she hasn’t seen in years. It was alright, I guess, that she brought along another friend that lives just over the hill. They’re both nice so I thought, okay, I’ll just get to know them too.

The entire outing was spent having coffee while the three girls talked (I had to interupt several times just to be let in on the subject at all), and the subject was mostly about what they were going to do that evening. Every detail of where they were going, what they would wear, how drunk they’ll get, plans for one of them to get laid….. I just sat there, feeling akward, trying to add what I could like suggestions of places to go, all the while realizing that not only was I not invited (sometimes those things are very clear without being said, but the proof came later) but that the girls were not interested in talking to me at all…. let alone Liz making an effort to talk to me.

I perfectly understand why the other girls didn’t invite me. That was Liz’s place since I was her friend. But when she dropped me off, she asked me what I was doing for the night. “Nothing,” I said, putting on a sad face, slight pout. “No where to go and nothing to do”. That was her opening. All I got was a not-so-sympathetic smile and a “oh what a shame… I’m sure you’ll have fun with your little one”. “No,” I said, desperate to make it clear I didn’t want to be home tonight, “She’ll sleep through the whole thing.” Liz merely laughs and says her goodbyes.

Ouch. Bitchslap. What a lousy thing to do! I had been, kindly, invited to Liz’s hen party on weds by one of the girls in secret, and accepted happily though I made it clear I’d have to make an early exit…. *sighs* I can’t be bothered…. losing precious sleep when I have to take care of a very active 1 year old would be worth it for a real friend. I find it hard to justify to myself the effort now.

Cecily really IS picking up words left and right. Her language is just exploding. She says ‘walk, walk, walk’ when she wants to - you guessed it - walk, and picked up the word “block” and applies it correctly with just one time of naming it. It was a shock when I sat down with her on the floor and she handed me one of her new blocks and told me block.

She shares amazingly well too, especially for a little girl that doesn’t see other kids very often anymore, let alone kids her own age. She gives us stuff often and rarely actually expects it back, though we do give it back when she indicates the desire. She hands things to us constantly, especially stuffed toys, which she makes clear by hugging herself that she wants us to hug the toy. Thank goodness, too, she tends to hand us little bits we’ve missed on the floor, except when its (dried!) cheese.