Hooray for the Women.

Hooray to the women who like to wear make up.
Hooray to the women who wear no make up.
Hooray to the women who go out to work.
Hooray to the women who stay at home.
Hooray to the women who run their own businesses.
Hooray to the women who work for others.
Hooray to the women who choose to be single.
Hooray to the women who choose to be in relationships.
Hooray to the women who don’t want babies.
Hooray to the women who want babies. Continue reading “Hooray for the Women.”

Mother’s Day

As I sit here in the corner of my couch in a makeshift nest made of cushions nursing the mother of all hangovers I’m thankful that Seth has opted for the nap he usually refuses on a weekend. I’m thankful that Aoife knows how to manoeuvre her way around Netflix. But mostly I’m thankful that because of them I get to have a Mother’s Day. 

I’ve had a homemade card, I’ve got a scented candle in a smashed glass jar
*loud whisper*
“Daddy, I’ll give Mummy this card”
“Don’t forget to give her this too. Go careful, it’s glass”
“HAPPY MOTH…*SMASH*    OH”
I was given croissants to share for breakfast and both children are seemingly aware of my sensitive disposition today and are (so far) being little angels.  Continue reading “Mother’s Day”