Where to start. I wrote recently about putting things off, like going to the dentist. I don't like going to the dentist. Who does, I suppose? I've had a handful of kidney stones and three babies on gas & air but it would appear my sensitive teeth are my achilles heel. Anyway. You all know … Continue reading Memes, Mother’s Day & (Blue) Murder
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It’s Healthy To Check In With Yourself
There's a film called 'Friends with Money' and in it Frances McDormand's character Jane stops washing her hair. It gradually gets pretty manky and her friends sort of notice, but don't mention anything. And just when it's getting really gruesome her kind husband gently suggests he might help her wash it. And she has a … Continue reading It’s Healthy To Check In With Yourself
If It Wasn’t For All The Stripping
From time to time you recall all the good things about being single and childfree. They are numerous. Especially on the days you climb the stairs - complete with hot water bottle because you have a head start on bedtime and you are intent on making the most of it, yes, that is my life … Continue reading If It Wasn’t For All The Stripping
Mind Your Marbles
So a few things happened recently. I've been feeling a little bit totally knackered. Like, floored. The kind of tired you can only be in the run up to Christmas I suppose. It's been one of my first questions to friends I've bumped into - 'I'm tired - are you tired?' And, given their answers, … Continue reading Mind Your Marbles
It’s Exciting But It’s Terrifying
As a young PR exec being all PR-exec-y in Dublin in the early noughties, I attended a meeting in the uber-trendy Digital Hub. The meeting was bringing together the entire marketing team for one of Ireland's largest corporations - we're talking their brand people, advertising people, campaign planning people, digital people, IT people, in-house people … Continue reading It’s Exciting But It’s Terrifying
Over To The Other Side
So unless there's a miracle of nature, or a failure of science, I've officially departed the baby-making phase of my life. It was a straightforward decision in the end - a solemn promise I made that were we to indulge ourselves in a third baby, I could feel satiated, finished with that stage in my … Continue reading Over To The Other Side
The Rules And Restrictive Labels All Have To Go
When himself arrived back this morning after a night out and a swim on his drive home (my night was spent brushing up on my sleep-deprivation-torture-resistance training thanks to a teething baby) I jumped at the chance to slink away, flicking my mode to 'off-duty'. Where would I go? What would I do? Bed, head. … Continue reading The Rules And Restrictive Labels All Have To Go
You Get What You Need
You can't always get what you want. It would appear. The kids have turned on me. Like bite-size Judases. Maybe 'turned' is an exaggeration as, when I start to think about it, I don't know they were ever really facing me in the first place. Yes, we stand together pretty much every minute of every … Continue reading You Get What You Need
What Will Now Be Known As ‘Bra Limbo’
Deep in my heart - in my soul - I'm a very content loner. I like to sit alone, just thinking, daydreaming... or not. I'm pretty nifty at staring genuinely blankly, my brain all a-whirr with silence. If I were Oprah, the emergence of the acronym JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out) would have represented a … Continue reading What Will Now Be Known As ‘Bra Limbo’
Two Things I Know To Be True
Well, I'm in the fog. The almost-six-months-down fog. The post-euphoric-new-born stage and pre-solids-or-routine stage that inevitably hits you. I vaguely remember knowing this crash would come, and yet it's arrival is still a surprise. It makes me bitter and angry in the wee hours when at 3am you're mid-way through gruelling 20-minute cycles of feed, … Continue reading Two Things I Know To Be True
