Occupation: Washer Woman.


I was filling out a form the other day and I came very close to stating my occupation as being a washer woman. All I do is laundry. I wash the clothes, I dry the clothes and I put away the clothes. I don’t iron the clothes because I also have to feed the children, dress the children, drive the children to  places, collect the children from  places, spend considerable amounts of time and money in supermarkets and breathe; so I don’t have time to iron. Washer woman would be the most apt description of what I do at the minute. I am a sleep deprived washer woman.  Continue reading


Hurray For Good Hair- Black Amber For The Win

As a blogger, I sometimes review products and places, not regularly but from time to time, its a nice little brucie bonus, especially when its serendipitous and its for a place that I have been meaning to try so when Black Amber offered me the opportunity to try out one of their salons, I was more than happy to oblige.  As always, I am not paid for reviews and all opinions are my own.black amber

Black Amber does hairdressing well, very well. It’s an experience as well as a hair cut and colour. From their website and social media accounts to their salon layout, staff and their little additional touches, they know what their customers want and they provide it Continue reading

Its not a proper day out till your Ma directs you heavily in a photograph.

Spooky Places To Visit in Dublin – St Michan’s Church and Crypts


During the Summer, I took the kids to somewhere I hadn’t been to since I was a child, St Michan’s Church and Crypts in Dublin 7. The church is one of the oldest in Dublin and its main attraction is its crypts underneath. Legend has it that Bram Stoker’s, Dracula, was inspired by his childhood visits here. I can vividly remember visiting here as a small child and thought the kids deserved to be spooked in a similar way.  Continue reading


My White Couch

I got in into my head a few months ago that I would really like a white couch. Our current couch had served us well. It was a corner one that had withheld 8 years of babies, toddlers,  spills and accidents but it was no longer comfortable and it needed to go and so my desire for a white couch was born.

I looked online at loads of them and the desire grew stronger. I shared with my suggestion of a white couch with the husband. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Continue reading


Thoughts From The Side of A Mountain in Co Kerry

We spent the weekend in Kerry.  Yesterday morning, the kids went pony trekking. Prices were negotiated, kids were placed on horses, there was much hustle and bustle and off we went, up a hill.

I started off walking beside the eldest leading her horse but the horse’s face was right beside my face so that lasted for about 30 feet. I like horses. I love watching them on racecourses and when they win me money. I appreciate how beautiful they are and my eldest child in particular, loves them. I have watched her horse riding loads of times but never this close. So after about 30 feet, I realised it wasnt going to work, there was just a lot of horse face near my face, it was too much. So I took over pushing the buggy and the husband took over with the horse leading and off we set again. The seven and five-year old on their ponies led by a young fella, the husband leading the eldest’s horse and me pushing the buggy. The man who ran the pony trekking told us to stay back as horses aren’t a fan of buggies and smirked as we walked away up the mountain.  Continue reading

The Tooth Fairy- That's the main drain on my tiny income this month.

13 Unexpected Costs of Raising Small Children

Before I had children, I had an idea of costs. Clothes, food, shoes, Christmas etc. You never really think of the other costs the ones that sneak up on you and use up all of your disposable income. These are some of the reasons I don’t have nice things.


1.The Tooth Fairy. She is due to visit again tonight. Its her 7 th visit in two weeks. SEVENTH. Three children all of wiggly tooth age with one teething ready to start the drain on my disposable income all over again in a few years time.  An elaborate tooth fairy rates card has come about over the years, with different rates for different teeth. So one has to remember not only to put the money out and retrieve the tooth, one has to remember the correct coin and the fucking glitter. Precious first-born lost her  first tooth, seemed like a nice idea. It was a stupid idea. Don’t introduce it. Also I have a box of teeth in my room. A box of body parts if you will. Why do we do that? What do people do with them? Am I meant to just store them indefinitely?  Continue reading