We’re into week three of the summer holidays (though someone clearly forgot to inform the sun)
We’ve had a couple of fall outs, a LOT of chattering, a close escape, a fair bit of foot stamping and declarations of inhumanity, a LOT more chattering and not enough wine. Read more
This time last year, Aoife was starting her taster sessions for Reception Class, it was a big bloody deal. She barely seemed old enough, I wasn’t ready for her to leave nursery and I CERTAINLY wasn’t ready for her to start big school!
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. Read more