The Question I Dread

He asked again. The question I dread. The one that makes me overthink and sends me into a spiral of emotions. An abyss of mammy guilt. It’s been a while. I’ve enjoyed that while. He snuggled in next to me, so early that it was still dark outside. I felt…

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We Need Eight Hours Sleep They Say

I’m tired. Oh so tired. Nearly always. I’m tired of not getting enough sleep, and these days its more my own fault than the kids’. (Well, mostly, there still are nights that I wake up with a chubby foot on my neck and I wonder when she climbed in beside…

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Weekend Plans and No Plans

“What are you up to for the weekend?” This innocent question that I’ve asked and been asked every Friday, since well since I was old enough to have any control over my life at all, got me thinking. Time was, when someone asked I had plans for the weekend sometimes…

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A Happy Birthday Surprise with Netflix

Both my sons have September birthdays, eleven days separate them. I’ve been listening to jokes about “having a good Christmas” since early 2008, and frankly I’m over it . With the two boys’ birthdays so close to each other and the competition between them so strong we always try to…

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In The Running

No, this isn’t a blogpost about running, so keep reading. I’ve been nominated in the Boots Maternity & Infant Awards in the Best Parenting Blog category. Now, obviously I don’t blog to win awards, but it’s so very nice to have what I do here recognised. Last year I won…

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Tugging

There’s a part of my hand that hurts, a patch of skin on the back of my hand, near my thumb. It’s exactly where my daughter grips my hand when she wants to drag me somewhere. When you’re four any type of waiting is too much waiting, so she drags…

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