14th February 2016 Helen 4Comment

I’m a bit meh about Valentine’s Day. It’s all very nice and that but – maybe a bit like I find the ‘in your face’ sexiness of Fifty Shades oh-so-unsexy, I’m less than excited about the slightly embarrassing obviousness of it. That said I have had some truly memorable Valentine’s encounters.  There were, of course, many years of telling childish fibs about stacks of cards that had never actually arrived.   In my late teens I had the Dawson’s Creek style overly-elaborate, rose-filled Valentine’s that only a (well-intentioned) teenage boyfriend could have thought was a great idea.  In my twenties I traveled with a…

16th October 2015 Helen 14Comment

I have no time.  And by that I mean, actually, no time whatsoever. So I’ve been trying to make something out of nothing. And it’s good. Since I went back to work in February, I’ve changed my working hours so I work a four day week over five days. I do three half days, two full days.  We head off from home to school, Montessori and crèche after 8 in the morning and then myself and my husband take turns to do the lunchtime pick up.  Either one of us is home in the afternoon to tend to shouty little people,…

2nd September 2015 Helen 29Comment

This week is manic for parents. As we snap back into the September routine (and ask where the summer went) we’ll run around in a tizz wondering: How fast should we leave the Junior Infant classroom? Is the fourth class student too young to walk home alone? Will the uniforms fit? Will friends be made? Will bags be too heavy, lunches eaten and just how bad will traffic be?   Not that far away from the comfort of our busy days though other parents make decisions that are in an entirely different league.  These are the dilemmas of desperate parents. Should we pack up all we can carry…

29th June 2015 Helen 8Comment

A big clap on the back for Sinead over at Bumbles of Rice for hosting a ‘How to look human on three hours sleep’ linky. None of that ‘how to looking like a supermodel while breastfeeding a baby, making a soufflé and taking a conference call’ nonsense. No. This is more about scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel to find enough product to make yourself look respectable after one of those nights where the landing seemed like a train station. So given we’re in the league of lowest common denominator beauty tips, I feel that I – an exhausted,…

17th May 2015 Helen 10Comment

In the nearly six years since I held the first of my three children’s newborn hands, they have taught me the endless potential that this world has for love. From the time I knew I was pregnant on each of my babies I felt equal doses of nerves and excitement. I worried about how they’d come into the world, whether they’d be healthy, and how I woud l fare as their mother.  Late arrivals, last minute position changes and faster-than-fast labours, saw them all arrive in their own way, at their own time. One looked around, one screamed and the other whimpered and then bawled. Their Daddy and…

14th May 2015 Helen 17Comment

These 26 paragraphs of self-indulgence are brought to you by me, are all about me and are likely of no interest to anyone except me. Ah well, thanks to Andrea over at the double AWARD WINNING Office Mum, for giving me the blogging equivalent of a poke to write this post. Here’s The A to Z of Me. A is Atheist. I’m a very happy non-believer. I felt a profound sense of relief when I realised I simply don’t believe in a god or an afterlife, and have never looked back or doubted myself since. B is for Bribe. My main tool and top tip…