It's A Good Day So Far: Chapter Nine Melting

Chapter Nine: Melting
Mum went to see Doctor Watkins tonight; we’re all worried about her. She hasn’t even been for her scan to date the baby, yet. She was supposed to go last week, but she forgot about the appointment and they had to make her a new one. The soonest they can fit her in is the end of next week, now, because she has to see her consultant at the same time and that’s when he next has a clinic. I thought at first it was just a baby appointment, what is it they call it, routine? I missed a lot of stuff that went on because I got sent to my room, but I saw and heard enough to know that something’s not right, it’s extremely not right.
Mum’s been odd since she found out about the baby. Today her weirdness went into overdrive and she went proper loopy. She seems completely fine now. That’s what I don’t understand, she doesn’t forget things all the time, just now and again.
I was still in a mood with her over yesterday. I got up and wrote, felt tip pens, vanilla essence and ready-to-roll pastry on the white board so that Mum would see it before she went to work, that way she brings what we need home with her. I got home and she’d left me a sandwich in cling film with a banana, because she had made a doctor’s appointment and we wouldn’t be having dinner until she got home. I couldn’t believe it; next to my snack were a pack of felt tip pens, a bottle of vanilla essence and a packet of ready to roll pasty. She’d forgotten all about our code words and we’d spent ages making them up. She said I must have been dreaming and that having code words for the shopping was just silly.
I feel sorry for my mum because she got sacked today. I feel a bit ashamed, too, in case everybody knows. I was sitting on the stairs being really quiet and I got the gist of what happened. I hope none of the kids from school were in the Co op at the time. Aunty Helen brought Mum home because she was in a state, and when dad came home, they rang Aunty Linda and all four of them sat around the table talking about it. See, I made it worse for Mum because I told them what happened this morning. I thought it was dead funny, and it was, but it wasn’t, too, and I was laughing and Mum was laughing, but really, inside, it scared me. I wanted them all to laugh. I wanted them to show me that it was funny after all.
They didn’t laugh.
I got up this morning and Mum was already up. She wasn’t sick today and said that she felt fine. She said that it was a good day so far. I went into the lounge and she was in there with the vacuum in her hand. She was pushing it backwards and forwards across the carpet and humming to herself as she did it.
But the hoover wasn’t plugged in. The cable was still wound around the hooks on the back of it and the plug was just dangling there. We made a big joke of it, and Mum said she wanted to see how long it would take me to realise. But while she was doing it, it was like she was a robot, like in an Isaac Asimov novel. And I know how I know for sure that it wasn’t really funny, because I didn’t tell Sal. I didn’t tell anybody at school and normally when your folks do something goofy you always tell at school. I wanted to go and find Miss Chew at break time and tell her, but she was in the staff room drinking tea. I told them about it when I got home, but Mum had forgotten, she said that I was making it up. They all looked worried bout it. But they already knew about the ice lollies.
Today, at Mum’s work, they had a big freezer delivery in. The shop was quiet, so while Aunty Helen and Dorothy, that’s the boss, manned the tills, Mum went to put the order away. They had emptied a unit at the back of the shop to make an Easter display, the Easter eggs and stuff were due in tomorrow. For some reason, Mum put all of the frozen stuff on the shelves where the Easter stuff was going to go.
Nobody noticed it when they went for their morning breaks and it was only when a customer slipped in the melted goo on the floor that she looked at the shelf and saw all the ice creams and lollies there. Mum was crying when she came in from the doctors. She denied the hoover thing and she said she had no idea how she’d ruined all the frozen stuff.
Helen and Linda made her go to the doctor’s and normally you have to wait until you’re better to get an appointment when you’re ill. My Mum’s not ill though, is she? She’s just pregnant. I told her that she’s got to start concentrating on things. In a way it’s a good thing that she’s not working anymore. She can get ready for the baby coming. I suggested Tabatha, today but Dad says it sounds like a cat.
The doctor took some of Mum’s blood and did some tests. They are waiting for the results.
I think my Mum’s so excited about the new baby. She’s probably thinking about names all day and forgets little stuff like deodorant and plugs and ice lollies.
Cheryl Cole was on The Voice last week. Everybody was talking about it at school on Monday. She looked dead good but the papers said that she was miming again. That’s not what we were all talking about though. She was doing this dance where she kept grabbing her privates. It was disgusting…Common! I really liked her, too. I think she looked like a real slut doing that. It’s like, when you were watching it, you couldn’t help looking at her privates because that’s where her hand was. She wanted boys to look at her crotch. I really like her, but I didn’t like that.
Then at break time we were all in the playground. Sharon Grainger and Sammi Henson were dancing and messing about. They wanted all the lads to look at them. The lads always do, because they’re the prettiest girls in the class. Even some of the lads in the fourth year fancy them. Then Sammi was still dancing and she grabbed herself, there, through her school skirt and everything. I was shocked. She didn’t look sexy; it just looked like she had an itch. I’m glad that Jason dumped her. That was so uncool.