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’
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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
This Constant, Lingering Sense of Grief
The small fella needed to renew his passport. A true sign of the times when you're not even four and you're already on your second piece of international documentation. The photos made for a fun comparison - our little man, more 'himself' now with his curly head and emerging freckles and still-little nose. Much less … Continue reading This Constant, Lingering Sense of Grief
We Went To The Beach Today
I'm not the world's biggest fan of going to the beach. I'm not a swimmer and even if I was, what body was created to tolerate the excruciating cold of any water that manages to defrost enough to lap against the Irish coastline? Sand is a curse, wind factor abominable and outlook for sunshine? Dismal. … Continue reading We Went To The Beach Today
