Netflix For Life: 11 Recommendations For Your Family

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Is Netflix your bae? Ask any recently post-partum parent and you’ll get a knowing nod. Even more so if they have other older kids to take care of too. There’s a groove worn in one side of my sofa from the hours spent feeding my baby, and the text is wearing off a certain red button on my tv remote. I settle down with coffee, the baby and a muslin cloth and press it. The younger boy comes in from a morning in montessori and presses it. The older boy finishes his homework and presses it. The other half loads up the app while he makes the school lunches and I do the same folding laundry if someone small is asleep.

And when the last childs’ question has been answered for the night*, and the cat has settled on the back of the sofa without the fear of being hit by a Nerf bullet, we go in again.

(I mean, this isn’t each of us, everyday. We do do other things than watch tv like.)

So, safe to say we’re experts. Without further ado here are the Netflix shows lighting up our lives right now and in the near future.

Master of None.

I wrote about this last year and it’s back for Season 2 right now. We have watched the first 3 episodes and it is sublime. I cannot say enough good things about Aziz Ansari and his supporting cast, especially his real life mum and dad, who play his mum and dad in the show. And it makes me really really want to up sticks and live in Modena.

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It’s Not Perfect

keepon-keeping-on

It’s not perfect.

Not entirely dissatisfied with life.
Not entirely dissatisfied with life.

But there’s days that run smoothly with only a to-be-expected level of whining and hitting and tears. If you’re four and you’re asked to drop what you’re playing with and get in the car to pick up your brother then it’s okay to give out a little. And if the pirate ship that you painstakingly made out of eighteen pieces of Duplo breaks when you bring it in the car, well it’s fine to shed a few tears about that. I let those cries wash over me and placate any way I can in order to get things done. Continue reading

Snapshot

Colorful house

My very favourite Irish-in-America blogger, Awfully Chipper, made this Snapshot post of hers a linky recently. So in much the same manner (as that’s how linkys work, duh) here’s a glimpse of where I’m at right now.

Listening to: 

The Moana and Trolls soundtracks with the kids. Which are both really great; and yes I’m softening in my old age.

Lots of morning radio, I flick around from serious news chats to zany twosomes and none of it really floats my boat but it’s the time of day I like some form of adult company.

Maeve In America
Love her.

Podcasts are my preference while I make dinner. Some of my favourites are Maeve In America, This American Life, One Bad Mother, Answer Me This and An Irishman Abroad. There you are now, as a reward for reading this far you’ve gotten some recommendations.

Watching: 

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, River, Call the Midwife (all on Netflix) Celebrity Masterchef Ireland (TV3), Gogglebox (C4/TV3), Catastrophe (C4)..okay I feel like I’m watching a lot of tv now. Breastfeeding though right? That’s what you do.  Speaking of, this is my favourite song from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, I identify greatly.

Movie wise, we watched Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping on sunday night. If ever there was a film to help you ignore a bad case of the Glenroes (which is end of weekend fear, for those of you not Irish) this is it. Watch it.

Playing: 

Referee, and, at being an adult.

Reading:

Narrow Road To The Deep North book
I am NOT reading the one on the right, my husband is.

Loads – my favourite time of day is reading in bed with the baby just settled or feeding. Currently The Narrow Road To The Deep North by Richard Flanagan. It’s beautiful and terribly sad.

The last two books I read were The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo by Amy Schumer, and Nocturnal Animals by Austin Wright.  The latter was originally called Tony & Susan but renamed to match the film adaptation. The book traumatised me so even though my boyfriend Jake Gyllenhaal starts in the film I don’t know if I could handle watching it.  The former is unexpectedly enjoyable. I mean, I expected to like it, but not as much as I did. I do love a good book by an intelligent comedian (like, say Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, Sara Pascoe, Maeve Higgins, Mindy Kaling… sense a theme there?)

Looking forward to: 

Colorful house
Stop fucking raining and being freezing.

Starting to run again. Mentally I’m almost there, but there’s a few things standing in my way. They are cold dark evenings, my husband getting in too late from work and there not being a window for me to leave the house alone, and the fact that little Miss requires boobs on demand an awful lot in the early evening. But I have a new sports bra and a new armband for my music so eh, half way there eh?

Drinking: 

coffee
What my breastmilk probably looks like.

Too much coffee. A tonne of water.

Wearing: 

Tops that lift up, vests that pull down. Skinny jeans. Runners. I wish I had a better flat shoe wardrobe actually. 2017 goals maybe?

Eating: 

Everything. At the start of February I swore March would be Moderation March. Like so many of these thing vague promises at self-improvement it has not come to pass so far.

Working on:

Getting some sort of routine in place. Not for the baby so much as me and the boys. It’s a long old week when no one knows what’s going on.

Permanently frustrated by:

Demands for food and screen time. I can feel my patience and my willpower eroding every day. My children are champion naggers, which may well translate to tenacious ambitious adults. That’s what I’m clinging to.

Enjoying: 

My baby. More than I anticipated.

Owning a tumble dryer.

Fia cafe buckwheat granola
Chocolate Buckwheat Granola. Oh yeah.

Going to as many of Dublin’s smashing cafés on weekday mornings as I can with said baby. Ones I would wistfully read about but not ever get to because of the mad pair.

Not enjoying: 

The relentlessness of school runs. This is definitely the bit I am most happy to pay someone else to do when we’re at work. The four year old holds the balance of power here – the drop offs and pick ups go well or terrible mostly depending on his whims. And woe betide me and the h-anger I face if I don’t bring a snack for the seven year old at the end of the school day.

That’s it. Knock on over to Awfully Chipper for her Snapshot and more.

The Big Sleep

So many people ask: is she good for you? Well, no, she’s a baby for me. This is what she does: feed, poop, sleep and lately, chat and smile a little.

They don’t come out preprogrammed to make a parents life a joy or a misery; either all smiles and sunshine or rubbing their hands together with clear evil intent. The latter would be impossible: have you seen a newborns relationship to its hands? They’re surprised by the very existence of their own hands about 94 times a day, they’d never get it together to offer an intention with them.  Continue reading

Take my money: A Gift Guide for me and mine.

There is a leaking pipe in our house. I feel all of the doom about this, because the house is old and a lot of the cabling and piping is very adhoc and installed who-knows-when. So although it should be a ‘replace a couple of feet of pipe job’ I feel like there will sucking of air through teeth and a massive quote to follow.

We are also about to buy a tumble dryer so I’m in the throes of appliance research (which I’m very good at) and for about the next month you can ask me anything  about the relative pros and cons of vented vs heat pump dryers and I’ll be able to tell you. Once the purchase is made, it’ll all leave my head immediately. Rather like the Leaving Certificate…

Here are the gift items I fantasise about buying for me and kids in lieu of pipes and white goods. Some are practical, some clearly entirely unnecessary. Continue reading