Christmas is coming…Week 35 and 36

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Mr Frosty
Ditto for Pie Face, Jelly Fun, Gooey Louie…

Week 35

I washed some small (seriously, adorably tiny) clothes, bought some water wipes and got my cloth nappies back from a friend. That means I’m ready for this child right? Mostly I’m trying to get some stuff done for the kids because every damn person keeps saying “sure you must be all sorted for christmas are you?” No, no I’m bloody not. The big fella, despite his birthday being 2 weeks later is pretty ok – I know what he needs and wants. The little one though, he talks in strings of words that are too confusing for google. “Blue power rangers dino mega zord weapon”.

I’m going to have to casually leave out the toy shop catalogue on the kitchen table and watch him. And Jelly Fun. Bloody Jelly Fun; it makes jelly so he thinks armed with this he’ll have a never ending supply as if I would let that happen. He’s taken a notion, and I feel like it’s going to be like The Great Mr Frosty Santa Refusal which took place in the years 1986-1989. I survived…

Week 36

There was a meltdown followed by a very succesful trip to Ikea. The meltdown was triggered by me attempting to complete small tasks only to realise that there was a knock-on impact. Everything I tried to do seemed to generate eight more jobs for the list.

For example: the clean clothes from last week were teetering on the radiator in our bedroom with nowhere to put them. I mean nowhere. We needed to buy one piece of furniture for this child’s future bedrooom and there was already an overflowing bookcase in the spot where a small wardrobe could go. So we had to then go through all the crap contained there. There were baskets of more USB cables than any house could need, two boxes of files containing ten year old utility bills and bank statements. Stuff that cleary needed clearing out anyway.  Next: to Ikea!

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Definitely seeing the benefit of an estate car.

Fuelled by a cinnamon bun and some coffee I set off on my mission. I got all the small bits I needed quickly enough and entered the warehouse, taking a flatbed trolley for the wardrobe parts. My great plan was to stand looking a bit useless and asking a passing strong looking person to lift things off the shelf. I went to the information desk to ask something else where she took one look at me and asked did I need help getting anything. Why yes! Along came a Very Nice Man, who lifted a two metre long, twenty-six kilo box down for me, then pushed it to the checkout. I joined the queue and at the top the cashier said “do you need help getting those to the car” and I said why yes I do.

She rang someone and said “there’s a lady here with 2 trolleys needs a hand” Yeah that and the 8.5 month bump… Anyway she explained that they have people employed specifically to help you with this stuff. You don’t have to rely on a visible need (like my bump, or being elderly) and them taking pity on you – you just have to ask. Very Nice Man number two came to my car, cast a skeptical eye at first then hoiked the boxes in successfully (see above.)

Ikea; you rule.

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Ready to fill.

 


Other posts in this series:

The Early Weeks

The Early to Middle Bit

The Middle Bit – We Go On Holidays

Second Trimester Swings and Roundabouts

Week 26 – Sugar Rush and The GTT

Week 27 and 28 – Repeal and Encapsulate

Three Quarters

A Squash And A Squeeze – Weeks 31 and 32

Lighthouse and White House – Weeks 33 and 34

Lighthouse and White House: Week 33 and 34

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Week 33

I bought new maternity jeans. It’s not that I didn’t have any, I just didn’t have any left that fit. The Fancy Pants are only suitable for so many days of the week. So bless ASOS, I now have a new pair that I estimate I can wear 3/4 times a week for the next 8 weeks or so. That’s not bad value.

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Choppy waters (of the mind)

It was my birthday this week too. What I would enjoy most in the world for this occasion would be the ability to consume a beautiful meal with no heartburn, and a decent nights sleep. So I didn’t manage those, but we did go for a fabulous walk out into Dublin Bay to the Poolbeg Lighthouse and then celebrated with posh doughnuts. (I’ll be a long time waiting for a birthday cake to be baked for me) What more could a girl want?

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Yes they are as good as they look.

Week 34

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Some chance.

On the day I turned 34 weeks, he who shall not be named was elected president of the US. A dark, dark day. My children will grown up in a world where a man (unsurprisingly, a straight, white man) can think a bit of celebrity endows you with the power to grab whatever part of a woman’s anatomy you like without consequence. And you know what, he’s right – because he has admitted to sexual assault and shown himself to be a misogynistic dickhead (among other things) and now he’s a leader of the free world.

This is not right; that this attitude has been internalised and accepted to a degree where it doesn’t matter to the voters. My eyes welled up with tears while folding laundry and listening to the morning’s breaking news, from sheer frustration. Frustration that rape culture is denied, that we struggle to bring in consent classes in our universities, that some people think women are actually treated equally in this world already and that there’s no need for feminism. About the only thing that calms me when I think about Trump is watching Samantha Bee verbally eviscerating him:

I attempted some retail therapy in the form of baby related shopping – I managed some giant maternity pads (x 100), breast pads (cannot wait for that leakage) and heat pads (current sciatica). All of the pads were bought then I gave up and went and bought some classy xmas decorations in Sostrene Grene. I’ll be the one home all December staring at them, so my grinchy tinsel ban remains firmly in place.

Dominic drew this, which cheered me up immensely, and I think sums up how surreal the whole scenario is.
Donald Trump


Other posts in this series:

The Early Weeks

The Early to Middle Bit

The Middle Bit – We Go On Holidays

Second Trimester Swings and Roundabouts

Week 26 – Sugar Rush and The GTT

Week 27 and 28 – Repeal and Encapsulate

Three Quarters

A Squash And A Squeeze – Weeks 31 and 32

Can’t cope: Gilmore Girls is nearly back!

Gilmore Girls

gilmoregirlsAbout six weeks ago I took the plunge and cancelled our increasingly expensive satellite subscription. Heading towards €40 a month for the odd Gogglebox and PrimeTime? I don’t think so. Look; even Great British Bake Off as we know it is gone – sure who even needs the BBC anymore now!? I pay my TV licence fee thanksverymuch so what if we have to watch the Late Late Toy Show a day late? We’ll survive with the channels own on demand apps and of course, our beloved Netflix.

When I was sitting at home in the big snow of early 2010 waiting impatiently for child number one, I happened upon Gilmore Girls repeats on the tv. Every day I caught up with the residents of Stars Hollow and wished I too could live in an idyllic Connecticut town full of verbose inhabitants. I started watching it somewhere in the second season – we could record the telly, but there was no ‘on demand’ option so I just had to pick up right there. Within a couple of weeks I was stuck to the sofa under that same child feeding endlessly and got all the way to the end of the show pretty quickly. Halcyon days indeed…yeah right, he never napped and I hadn’t a clue what I was at.

What goes around comes around and here I am, facing my third baby-based confinement barrelling my way through Gilmore Girls again but this time, on Netflix.  I’ve caught up on the early days and finally seen season one, mostly while in the bath with an iPad sitting perched on a stool beside me. I wouldn’t recommend binge watching that way though, the hot water just won’t last. And as I type, there’s less than two weeks to go until the four new Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life specials. I am so flippin’ excited.

That’s only going to fill four hours for me though. Oh no! So I’ve had a look at what else is newish on Netflix to see what I might spend my days on the sofa watching (This baby had better not arrive early on me – Mama’s got her shows to watch!)

I did give The Crown a go in the hope that it would fill the gap in my heart left by the end of Downton Abbey but given the royals drive me mad in real life, it turns out it wasn’t for me.  Film wise, I’m looking forward to watching Remember Me in nostalgia for my Judy Blume filled tween years. (And I might have a *slight* thing for Robert Pattinson). If I’m losing my sense of humour  Chelsea Handler’s eponymous talk show, Maria Bamford and David Cross‘s comedy specials are also on my list.

For rainy days in with the kids, or any day really when I haven’t the energy to chase after them I’ll be watching Maleficent and Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. (That’s if I’m let; it’s more likely to be Power-bloody-Rangers, Ninja-flippin-Turtles and Blaze and his Monsterous Machines)

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A Squash And A Squeeze: Week 31 & 32

Week 31

It started with a squash. Some butternut squash soup to be precise. I don’t even love butternut squash, don’t tell me about it’s velvety sweetness – it does nothing for me. When I’m uninspired and not that hungry at lunchtime and I’m scared of tomato soup (heartburn) there’s not that many options in the fridge section of the local supermarket. Continue reading

Childs Farm Body Wash and Travel Kit Review

We kindly got sent Childs Farm products to try out recently. I’ve bought them before but the Boots branch nearest my work hasn’t had them for a while so I was delighted to get my hands on some more.

Both my kids have quite dry and sensitive skin, so for the most part I just wash them as little possible. But between the accidents, the messy play, and the weekly swimming lessons, they still get a good going over a couple of times a week . I try and avoid hyper coloured character laden bottles in the supermarket so if I had any criticism of Childs Farm it would be; I’d love to see it more widely available. Continue reading