My head is not in the game at the minute. I keep feeling like I am going to miss something or forget to do something. Its been going on for months this feeling. I could say its baby brain but I don’t have a baby, I have a toddler and also is baby brain a bit of disservice to mothers? Or do all parents suffer from the same? The husband has the same affliction. He needs reminding daily of which child is where and doing what most days. In fact over half of our conversations of late seem to be just one of us repeating the kids times of picks up and collections to the other one. It’s scintillating stuff. Continue reading
I am always wary of people who don’t drink coffee. Especially parents of young children. How do they survive without it? Are they secret coke fiends? All questions I ask myself when I hear someone say “no thanks I don’t drink coffee“. I realise this says more about me than them.
Me? I am a caffeine enthusiast. Some days I a made up of two parts human, two parts coffee. Its my fuel. Its drags me into wide- awakeness. Continue reading
I have been buying nappies as part of my weekly shop for over ten years and Pampers have always been my nappy of choice. I have used Pampers on my four children so when they got in touch to ask would I be interested in trying out and demonstrating an upgrade to their Baby Dry product, I was happy to take part and to find out more. Continue reading
I am going to mention the C word. It’s a month to go, its acceptable now. I have a couple of Christmas recommendation posts on the way. Not sponsored just shops and brands I buy from or want to buy from. As much as I love wildly discounted black friday bargains from gigantic retailers, you can’t beat a beautifully gift wrapped online shopping purchase arriving from a independent Irish shop. Continue reading
Spoiler: The image above? That’s not my gaf.
So I am late with this one, the final chapter. You can read about my adventures in The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up here, here and here. I thought I would have finished the magic tidying a lot quicker than I did. This time last year I had 90% of it done but there were two things I never got around to konmari’ing a corner press in the kitchen and the playroom. They are done now and so I can finally write this and it’s probably good to review how it’s working a year later. Continue reading
One of the things on my Summer goals list this Summer was for myself and the first-born to watch all seven series of Gilmore Girls. We didn’t make it by the time the Summer holidays ended despite our best efforts, we finished it a little over a month ago and there has been a Stars Hollow shaped gap in our lives since.
I watched Gilmore Girls when it was first released in 2000 but never properly. If I was bunking off college and it was on tv, I watched it. When I was on bed rest when pregnant with aforementioned first born in 2005, I watched some repeats and again when she was a newborn but never back to back in its entirety until this year. I loved it. It’s the box set equivalent of a hug. No violence, no stress, no anxiety, just proper feel good television. Continue reading
My friend Kate of Kate Takes 5 is celebrating six years of blogging and 1 million views with a listography so I thought I would join in with a list of some of my favourite blog posts.
This blog is five years old now and its views are a bit short of Kate’s. It continues to surprise me that people read my ramblings, it astounds me when I look at the analytics and see how many have read my posts over the years. I blog in fits and starts and I wonder regularly at the moment is this blog reaching its natural demise but its by far and away the hobby I have stuck with the longest so its lives to fight another day, for now. Continue reading
The husband was 41 yesterday. I was going to write a blog post about Love and The Older Man – My year of living and loving a man in his 40s with a Daily Mail type headline but that would be fully leaping into oversharing wouldn’t it? So I will tell you about his birthday cake instead.
I am not a baker. However over the years my children have tried to make me be one. We make the odd cake. Sometimes they are edible, sometimes the are not. Sometimes they resemble an actual cake, sometimes they do not. After years of reluctant attempts, I can manage a classic sponge. This is my limit. I follow the instructions it comes out nearly looking right and it tastes good. The sponge cake is my limit. It’s s my cake making zenith. Continue reading