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: We didn't have it when we were kids but my kids seem to have heard about it ...
A wedding, three years ago. A lovely friend and his lovely new wife. A room full of rowers. He had met her in his rowing club. A rowing club! We were indeed surprised when we first heard. But he had joined the club and met his wife, and there we all were, celebrating. It being a ...
This is how it goes in my house: "Kids, dinner's ready, come to the table." Then with a little less patience "Kids! Please come to the table!" Multiply this by pointlessly high number. Give up calling, start threatening and/ or physically lifting them into their seats. Cue dinner responses: Eldest: "What's this? I don't like this dinner. Why do we ...
It's messy here. Marker marks on walls, little piles of folded laundry waiting expectantly but in vain for someone to pick them up, a single toddler shoe sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. When exactly did the kids take over the house? The most obvious sign that the kids have taken over the house ...
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 everyone what her mother's name ...
So, how is it going having no kitchen you ask? Well, you didn't really ask, but I need to let it out somewhere. In a few short hours on Tuesday, our kitchen went from this: to this: To be frank, not having a kitchen isn't quite as much fun as I thought it would be. I have very fond ...
Five wristbands, secured, we were checked through the gateway, towards the GPO. The elderly lady behind us didn't have a wristband, but it didn't matter. The woman on security told her so - the lady's years of experience were enough she said. One Dub to another. Hearts warmed. Then right up to the fence, a ...
You never know what day it is - the first sound I hear every morning is the light patter of your small bare feet, and the first words I hear are "Is it morning? What day is it today mummy?" And if I say that it's Saturday, you sometimes ask "Am I going to pre-school today mummy?" And maybe ...
The Lent of my childhood in 1980s Ireland was driven by a complex set of rules and norms, some of which I've listed below: 1. "Giving up sweets" had many interpretations. It could in fact exclude crisps, cake and in extreme cases, even chocolate. And chocolatey sweets, like Minstrels, which were technically deemed to be chocolate ...
"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 with your own low points. If ...