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 →
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.
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.
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.
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.
Referee, and, at being an adult.
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:
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?
Too much coffee. A tonne of water.
Tops that lift up, vests that pull down. Skinny jeans. Runners. I wish I had a better flat shoe wardrobe actually. 2017 goals maybe?
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.
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.
My baby. More than I anticipated.
Owning a tumble dryer.
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.
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.
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 →
With me and the kids home now, the grocery shopping bills are through the roof. They’re savages year round, hopefully it’s just a phase for me. There’s a lot of post school snack preparing going on, throwing fruit at them to ward off cries for treats, then giving in on the treats and of course serving up the inevitable dinners.
As an aside – a lot of stuff busy parents do gets greeted with responses of “super mum” and “I don’t know how you do it” responses. And it’s appreciated, believe me. Okay, so if you (I) post pictures on social media of your homecooked meal/children playing outdoors/you out anywhere with more than one of them, then you (I) are (am) looking for a response. And validation. And y’know; adult human contact through the day. But at the end of the day, it’s just what you do. You get on with it, and if it means baby in the sling while managing to put on some mascara, or breastfeeding while pouring bowls of cereal one-handed it’s just how it is. The new normal.
I know we’re well past the point of wishing each other a happy new year, but bear with me, I’ve been preoccupied. So, what is New around here?
She arrived. We could say she was 12 days ‘late’ but at this point none of my pregnancies have been shorter than 41 weeks so I should have more sense than to regard a due date as anything more accurate than a game of Pin The Tail On The Donkey. She’s amazing. With a 4.5 year age gap between her and the newly minted Middle Child I feel like a bit of a newbie again. I forgot how many times you have to change their nappies – like, in the middle of the night and everything. She’s a bit pukey, and fussy all evening. So far though, she usually gives me at least one three hour stretch at night. That’s a big deal – I never had that before. I’m sure it’ll all change week to week but I’ll take it where I can get it.
She’s big too, she was 280g (10oz) bigger than both her brothers. I tell people how long she is, bursting with pride as if my pipsqueak genes have anything to do with it. She has her fathers body type right now, and looks like the little big brother who in turn looks a little more like me. It’s hard to see past the next feed but part of me would love a quick glimpse into the future to see what she turns out like. Either way; she’s the most beautiful girl in the world and that’s a fact. Continue reading →