My friend tells this story about when she was a baby, how her mother left her outside a shop in the pram, sleeping. Her mum bought the groceries and then return home only to realise that she had forgotten the baby, and the pram, in the street. Fortunately they were both still there. Every time … Continue reading Velociraptors
T, my partner, does not. Want to get married, that is. The 'M' word came up again this weekend. Probably because I brought it up for the seventeenth time. "So I've been thinking about getting married..." I began. "Let me stop you there", came the response. And stop me, he did. The will-we-won't-we, do-we-don't-we discussion has been … Continue reading Do I?
I recently wrote a blog post called '5 minutes', which describes one of the ways that my partner, T, and I try and keep communication constructive and supportive day to day. It's surprisingly difficult at times to be civil to one another when we have a screeching monkey clawing at us and making demands as … Continue reading #mummyfail
Sometimes people ask me what motherhood is like. I've tried numerous ways to explain it. Today, I was gifted the perfect description. Motherhood is realising that the cat vomited on the bed three days ago and you didn't even notice. Unfortunately this is not an analogy. How can you not notice?!, you're probably screaming at … Continue reading The fog
Someone in my office - or more accurately, their wife - has just given birth. The usual card and collection circulated around his colleagues with a request for baby gift ideas. The standard baby items were suggested: baby clothes, a soft toy or a blanket of sorts. Whilst kind in intention, let me tell you … Continue reading Buying the perfect baby gift
This weekend we went to an NCT picnic. For those not familiar with the term 'NCT', it is a group of expectant parents who pay large sums of money to sit for hours in a room together, admitting how little they know about raising children. It's essentially an Alcoholic Anonymous meeting, except at the end … Continue reading Baby maths
So I went back to work. Today I wrote my new financial budget, based on my new salary, earned from my new job. It wasn't an enjoyable experience. It was very, very sobering. In a nutshell, all of my personal money, which used to go on cocktails and hair cuts and weekends in Dublin, is … Continue reading Something’s gotta give