Category Archives: motherhood
Back to school
With much wailing, knashing of teeth and beating of breasts, the time has come to acknowledge that summer is finally over. School is starting and the depression has sunk in. I’m talking about me of course. Daisy is fine… my … Continue reading
Wet, Windy and Wonderful…ish
So the final piece of the motherhood jigsaw has fallen into place – the last singleton pleasure usurped by the wishes of two tearaway toddlers. Gone are the lazed holidays by a sun-drenched beach…… now are the crazed holidays by … Continue reading
Summer time and living is easy…
I feel like a child again. For the first time in years I have a lazy summer holiday ahead of me. Now, I feel like it’s reward for all the hard work. Now, I realise what it’s all about. Now, … Continue reading
Washing up a little nostalgia
I’m not a Luddite, although the fact that it took 6 weeks for us to figure out how to get the internet to work in our new house does suggest my husband and I are not blessed with technological prowess. … Continue reading
A grave matter…
Apologies for the radio silence – I went underground for a little while, burying myself away while I tried to come to terms with the loss of another baby. Just days after seeing the heartbeat and recognising my child amid … Continue reading
Leaving Home
6am, lying in bed unable to sleep, the clock accompanying my vigil, ticking time with my hours of thoughts. We leave this house tomorrow, and somebody else’s life begins here. How many nights have I lain awake in this room? … Continue reading
Thinking outside the box
We’re moving house, a monumental upheaval that is making me sweat just thinking about the lists I have to write. But to distract myself from the enormity of the task ahead, I have started packing away completely useless boxes of … Continue reading
Outshone, outperformed and outnumbered
We spent the weekend in Galway, shooting a TV programme on family holiday breaks for the Seoige show where I do the weekly book review. You know the sort of thing, just an intimate affair – hubby, myself and the … Continue reading
The night terrors
The night terrors are upon us – and I’m not referring to our kids. Just when we think we’ve outsmarted them, they go and raise the bar. People who talk about those first few sleepless weeks of babyhood as some … Continue reading
Where there is no credit to crunch..
I’m tightening my belt – and not just because my frenetic physical assault on my body is finally reaping results. No, the preverbal budget belt is going on a diet too. We’re hoping to buy a new house (I know, … Continue reading