I Wondered Why Nobody Told Me, Now I Know Why

When I was pregnant for the first time I wondered why nobody had told me how awful pregnancy could be. How I would ache all over and every ailment from nausea to sinuses would be written off as a “pregnancy illness”. How insomnia would strike and I’d cry with tiredness sometimes.…

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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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Tantrums: How I Deal with Them Third Time Around

I have three children. Looking back at the early days of parenthood, eight long and sleep deprived years ago, I often reflect that really we were just practising on our  firstborn (sorry son, we didn’t know what we were doing). We were uber-cautious about some things, and over-sensitive too, and…

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Broken Sleep, Broken Promise

There wasn’t much sleep had in our house last night. My three-and-a-half year old seems to have reverted to the sleeping habits of a newborn and was let’s say “wakeful” for many hours during the night. What started out as reassuring hugs degenerated into abrupt shouts to “get back into…

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Carols and Coincidence

As I walked through the carpark on the way to collect my small girl from playschool on Tuesday festive tunes hung on the air. I continued on my way and the music got louder. Voices, singing, piano accompaniment, coming from the church. I checked the time on my phone, I…

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An Incomplete List of Morning Struggles My Children Experience

The morning is a struggle for the children of this house. Some more than others. Despite being up (of their own accord) before 6am they face a series of challenges, some nearly insurmountable, many of which their inconsiderate parents just don’t seem to appreciate or give sufficient weight to. The children…

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Whose Job Is The Most Important?

It was 7.45pm. We were driving back from a hurling match 25 minutes’ drive from our house. I’d left the house just after 7 that morning, had worked 8-4 then left work, called to the house to collect my five-year-old’s football gear and the sandwiches (that my husband had made…

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Siblings

Once upon a time, before I  had any children, I always thought I would have a houseful. Three or four, probably four. Like I said, that was when I had none. Then, I had one. He was lovely, even lovelier once he got over the colic and the screaming and…

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