To My Children, If You’re Reading This

Dearest Children. If you’re reading this then you’ve either swiped my phone or are using the internet unsupervised, but it is addressed to you I guess, so who am I to stop you. If you’ve been having a root around this site you are bound to be asking yourself some…

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The Move

If you follow me on social channels as they call them these days like Instagram or Facebook you’ll have noticed that the background to my photos has changed recently. There’s a reason for that. We moved house at the end of June, it was so busy with end of school and going…

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There’s Always One (2016)

Three kids. But there’s always one. One who pushes my buttons. One who shrieks at a pitch that sends me over the edge. One that wants “up on you lap”. One that refuses to talk. One that refuses to stop talking. One that won’t wash their hands, One that’s germophobic…

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Ten

I remember so well the first time I saw you. Your little head slightly squished from your fraught arrival, covered in a mop of blonde hair. She handed you to me, wrapped in your blue hospital blanket, “a big lad”she told me. You still are. I held you tight and…

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Save me from the Whinge!

I’m a parent now almost ten years. I’ve the scars to prove it. Along with the joy, the happiness, the sense of pride and achievement I’ve dealt with the downsides too. I like to think I’ve soldiered through well. I’ve battled colic. At least twice. I’ve removed headlice and soothed…

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Snowed in, Snowed under

There were warnings. Lots of them. Joanna and Evelyn told us. We watched every bulletin and waited. It was coming. We bought provisions, bread (obviously), milk, chocolate, water, carbs, biscuits, vegetables to make soup, dinner things. By Tuesday excitement was high. Very high. Would Daddy make it home from London…

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All Aboard for Dinovember!

Tomorrow is the first of November, when all across the world toy dinosaurs “come to life” at night and get up to mischief.  There’s no message, no threats for the kids to behave or the dinosaurs will report them to a higher authority, no consequences. It’s just old-fashioned fun, with…

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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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