Thanks for the Memories Dolores

I moved to Limerick in September 1993, with two new pairs of Penneys’ jeans, some nice tops and not a clue about anything really. I’d never spent any time in Limerick until then and had no affinity for the place. It took me in, the city that’s a lady. I…

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17 from ’17: Looking Back on a Year in Blogging

I’m still eating Celebrations and there’s a well lit tree in the corner of my sitting room so it’s fair to say that I haven’t quite leapt into 2018 yet. Before I do wave goodbye to 2017 fully I’m looking back over my blog life for the last twelve months,…

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Me Too. What About You?

When my kids want to be cruel to each other they taunt by saying something really nice to each other and then say “I really mean that too, in an alternate universe that doesn’t exist”. Talking to my husband recently about our general life experience, about everyday things like  walking…

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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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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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Making Memories: Kids Can Do It All By Themselves

Are you on Instagram? I am. I enjoy flicking through the perfect photos of the perfect bits of perfect lives. I even more enjoy  the out-takes where  instagrammers share the behind-the-scenes bits in their stories of what was REALLY happening when that perfect photo was taken. I like to see them keeping…

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Wexford Pride

I’ve always been proud of where I’m from. If you know me or if we have ever met me, it’s probably one of the first things you found out about me. I’m Wexford through and through, a purebred I tell people. (Whether they ask or not) My father is from…

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Struggling, Surviving and Seeing

I try to look on the bright side, I really do, but sometimes it’s well, hard. There’s the busy-ness. And the relentlessness. The always-on-ness and the how-do-you-do-it ness. This week somewhere between swimming lessons and GAA training but after that important conference call and around the time of that highly…

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