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”

Pet hates no.1

One of my (many) pet hates is when people ask me a question but have either no intention of listening to my answer or have a specific answer in mind already.
For example, 
“I was going to invite everyone for lunch between Christmas and New Year, what dates suit you?”
“Well we’re only free on the Tuesday”
“I was planning on doing it the Wednesday” 
*gets all arsey because we can’t make it*
WELL WHY SODDING ASK IF YOU HAVE A DATE ALREADY???? Continue reading “Pet hates no.1”

“It ain’t no use putting up your umbrella till it rains.”

My name is Anna and I am a worrier.

I never used to worry, in fact in the BC years I was a ‘couldn’t carelesser’, but the minute I found out I was pregnant I started to worry.

Will I be a good incubator?
Will I want to eat coal?
How will I get this baby out? (Yes, I knew how nature intended me to remove it but I wasn’t convinced, I didn’t even read past week 33 in my ‘how to be pregnant book’ as it all started to get a bit icky).

Continue reading ““It ain’t no use putting up your umbrella till it rains.””

I’m sorry Satchmo but you’re wrong……

One of the biggest lies I told myself was that I have all the time in the world . I wanted a career and to live in exciting places and I had all the time in the world to achieve it. Continue reading “I’m sorry Satchmo but you’re wrong……”