Ooh Valentine’s Day – maybe we’ll book a romantic night away in a hotel. Scrap that – no babysitter, no money. But I’ll buy him a card and a present. Well, a card anyway. Those are nice cards! I’ll get one each for the kids as well. Oh wait, there’s
I’m taking the lead from Sadhbh of Where Wishes Come From, and joining her linky to round up my favourite 14 blog related things from 2014. Except I had to change a few because I didn’t have a favourite craft. I had no craft at all. So I put nail-varnish
This time ten years ago, Facebook was just a baby, Twitter didn’t exist, and a new show called X-Factor was appearing on our TV screens for the first time. In Ireland, we were sucking up the smoking ban, we were queuing overnight to buy houses from plans, and Niall Horan was just eleven years
I’m working hard to teach my daughters that they can be anything they want when they grow up – astronauts (“really?”), footballers (“no way mum, I thought only boys could be footballers”) or business-owners (because they’ve both decided that’s what they want to be – as opposed to my job in
I wasn’t going to write anything about this week, but I’m sitting here drinking champagne (the not-champagne type), and that seems like a reason to write it down (or maybe it’s the bubbles talking) As work-life balance goes, this week has been rather one-sided. Work has been busy and difficult. The
It’s Easter Bunny time again. Or not, as the case may be. I’ve asked around, as I do every year, confused mammy that I am: Does the Easter Bunny come to your house? And the answers, though varied, usually have a similar theme:
I wrote a Mother’s Day post for eumom and hadn’t intended to write another one here, but then my six year old told me about a game they had played in school – all about mums. Taking her turn along with each of her classmates, she was asked to tell
“How was your day?” What do you reply? I guess it depends who asks. If it’s Facebook, your day might look great. If it’s your other-half, you might be very tired. If it’s a friend, it might depend on the context. If she had a bad day, you might commiserate
Of all the celebration days during the year, Valentine’s Day is arguably one of the most commercialized; one of the more makey-uppy ones. Although not as makey-uppy as yesterday’s “Get a Different Name Day” which coincided with “Madly in Love with Me Day” (what, you mean you missed both of
It was going to be the best Christmas ever. We say that every year of course, and every year we mean it. But last year was definitely going to be the best Christmas ever. We had planned everything in tiny detail – not remembering any of that “if you want
As an antidote to yesterday’s slightly downbeat post, here’s something more festive: five things I didn’t know about Christmas until I had kids. 1. There’s a reason kids go to bed early on Christmas Eve Before having children, I wondered about the emphasis on getting kids to bed earlier than
Little black dresses, large gins, lots of shots. Speeches, spills, too many beers, late night tears. Every Christmas party ever. New dresses bought each year, sparkles everywhere – eyeshadow, clutches and heels. Glamorous venues like Powerscourt and Luttrelstown and the Guinness Storehouse. Drinks then buses then drinks then food then
If you are good at throwing birthday parties, this probably isn’t the post for you. In fact, if you’re even mildly average, feel free to click back out (really do – you will just find this patronising). If like me, your stomach churns with just a little bit of anxiety
Birthdays. They must be perfect. Nobody ever said that that’s a rule, but it is. If you have children, you want them to remember birthdays as their best days ever, don’t you? And realistically, as a parent of small kids, how many days are likely to run smoothly enough to
So. Hosting children’s birthday parties. I can’t possibly be the only person who finds this extremely stressful? When chatting about this to other parents, I sense that they don’t find this quite the ordeal that I do. Or perhaps some are better than I am at hiding the fear? I feel