Goodbye Couch

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Long, long ago, when we first moved from the heady heights of our 4th floor apartment  in Dublin 2 to a rather more serious semi-detached house in Swords, we discovered the joys of flooring and dishwashers and spending Saturday afternoons looking at bathroom tiles. We were  catapulted from city centre easy living to adulting hard, long before adulting ...

Stopping to smell the roses because eight is great

When life gives you lemons - Offie Mum

I could post an update on how not-swimmingly settling into school is going - I could tell you about all the imaginary conversations I've had with the imaginary play therapists and agony aunts I've had this week, and all the imaginary answers they've given me ("He'll get there, keep doing what you're doing, it's a ...

Summing Up Summer And Figuring It Out

Poolbeg chimneys and Sandymount Strand - Office Mum

I like things to have a theme; I like to be able to look back and easily sum things up in three words or a couple of sentences. Like the golden autumn when everything was shiny and sparkling and brilliant. Followed by literal and metaphorical November rain. Or the summer holiday with inauspicious beginnings that turned ...

Life Through a Lens

Le Croisic, Brittany - Office Mum

Sometimes I hide my phone from myself for an hour, so that I can concentrate on the kids without being distracted. And I have some reasonably strict self-imposed rules about not browsing mindlessly when they're around. But one major weakness is taking photos - and it's for that purpose more than any other, that my ...

Dear Universe, I’d like a little word

on the way to Sandycove - Office Mum

Dublin, August 2016 Dear Universe, I'd like a little word about something. You see, we had this deal - I do the right thing, and you don't punish me. A very straight-forward agreement. But you don't seem to be holding up your side of the bargain these days, and I think we need to thrash it out. Take ...

Holiday Friends – Watching From The Sidelines

holiday friends - office mum

Long, long ago, on a campsite far, far away, I met a holiday friend called Claire. She had long brown hair and was from Ireland or England – I wasn’t old enough to distinguish accents. I had spent two days sitting on the steps of our mobile home looking across at her, and she’d spent ...