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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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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Communion Reflection

Communion

“Communion Year this year isn’t it?” “Yes, not til May though, it’s ages away” Date announced, bouncy castle booked, save the date texts sent. Communion Meetings since before Christmas. The Do This In Memory Programme. Masses. Candles. “Are you all set for the Communion?”  “Sure it’s months yet” The outfit bought spontaneously…

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Diary of a Fidget Spinner Seeking Mom

If you don’t have children under the age of 15 you may not know what a fidget spinner is. Count yourself lucky not to be caught up in the madness. It’s a toy with spinning discs that was developed 20 years ago to help kids with autism, ADHD and anxiety…

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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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