I am glum. I have no excuse. No reason to be glum. I mean, yes, it's been raining for 457 days solid now, so that might have something to do with it. This morning, for the first time this week, we could walk to school again. Such joy in that walk. And then back came the ...
Maria Rushe is a Donegal Mammy of two little girls. She is married to Emmet, teaches English in Letterkenny and is also a Fitness Instructor in their family business. She blogs as The award-winning ‘The S-Mum Blog’ where she writes honest and funny memoir of her life as she tries to keep everyone between the ditches. ...
One day, when I was eight, my teacher asked each of us to stand up and sing solo, one by one. I still remember the fear, standing up to sing the song. And I still remember the sting of humiliation when the girl beside me burst out laughing at my terrible singing. I still remember resenting Ms ...
I remember it so clearly. I was driving down the Quays, towards the Samuel Beckett Bridge, heading home from work, wishing for an email. Not any email - one particular (in my head, at least) life-changing email. Begging the universe. If I could have just this one email, everything would come good. If this person who held ...
We made it to mid-term! So, short and sweet, here are a few things that got me through Septober relatively unscathed - or at least less scathed than usual: Slow Cooker My slow cooker changed my life. I'm kidding, it totally didn't. But it's great for that one day each week when we get home later than usual. I ...
"I think all mothers suffer from Mammy Guilt at one time or another – you’d want to be made of steel not to. I don’t think that should stop women going out to work though – many women need to work for their mental health too. I certainly do. I feel I’m a more balanced ...
It's October 13th as I write this, and I'm thinking about what I was doing this time fifteen years ago. Checking the weather forecast (still rain). Checking the dress (still there). Checking the mass booklets (still not done). A last lunch with my first (and hopefully last) husband-to-be. The mood? Surreal. A little nervous. Very excited. And ...
Once upon a time, six years ago this month in fact, I spotted a newspaper feature on an old school pal. The article was about her career - she was and is a successful Qualitative Researcher with three kids, a husband, and a home in San Francisco. What struck me though, was that while she had ...
Facing into a bout of temporary solo parenting, I had one and only one worry on my mind. It probably should have been mornings - how I'd get them in to school on time. My husband does most of the morning stuff while I amble from room to room telling various children to get up, then stand ...
Back at the turn of the century (the turn of this one I mean, I'm not here since the 1900s, despite what my kids think) I was working in my first job, and at the time, there was a preoccupation with productivity. Predicting it. Measuring it. Improving it. You can't manage what you can't measure, ...