I woke up this morning, drugged myself up to the eyeballs (safely), and managed to remain vertical for the entire day. Woo. Hoo. I am, of course, tired now. And it was a cranky, irritating sort of work day which kept me on edge most of the time, but now I’m home and there’s a…
I am officially off sick for three days. I got up early this morning to take His Highness the Wee Beastie Hawkeye to creche, because I have to, and promptly dragged my sorry self over to my doctor’s office for the paperwork, where we once again haggled over the length of my sick cert. He…
Today we put up our Christmas tree. It’s no longer an optional seasonal whim now that we have a four year old, but an important permanent tradition we need to uphold if we want to retain our self-respecting parenting badge. Also, I like Christmas lights. What I don’t like, is trying to keep my patience…
I walked into our office locker room today to see two ladies rushing to get ready – one was trying to finish zipping up a red and green dress, and the other was straightening up her striped red and green stockings. Funny shoes and hats completed the picture. I just waved and walked by. Yes,…
These days, when Hawkeye and I have to walk home from the train station (about twenty or twenty five minutes at the pace of a mommy, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired four year old) or when I need to distract him from the deplorable absence of biscuits on the bus, I pass the time by having him look for…
November hadn’t even ended yet when we started seeing the first of the holiday Christmas decorations start to go up. However, now that it’s December proper, colourful lights and decorations are popping up everywhere. And since Hawkeye is now four and therefore old enough to actually converse, this December for me is all about remarking on…
All of my recent efforts to write have resulted in such effective and imaginative methods of procrastination as to nearly put my school efforts at the sport of avoiding work to shame. In my attempt to write stuff down, All these words rattle around my head clamouring to get out, fighting and tripping over each…
It’s wonderful to spend the holidays with friends and family, share meals, exchange presents and stories. But it’s also really nice to come back home at end of the holidays to your own place. Also, someone here really missed me.
If you want to ship something to Austria in a hurry, you best use a registered mail service rather than entrust your precious parcel to the whims and furies of unchecked postmen. Many moons ago on our holiday in Doolin, we visited the Rock Shop in Liscannor. While there, I took the opportunity to purchase…
Christmas day is for staying in your pajamas, watching your kid enthusiastically open presents and stare in wonder at the empty glass of milk and remaining cookie crumbs from Santa’s offering, and relaxing with family and cozy blankets.
Whatever my own misgivings about pushing the Santa myth on my kid (and I have loads) it’s difficult to deny the excitement and anticipation now that my three year old can grasp the vague idea of Santa. I have strong feelings about the obsessive connection between Santa and presents in Ireland. It borders on crass…
The Feathered Rose 