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#366 The gifts of friendship and the sacrifice of parenting

“I heard The Mister is back in Galway tonight. Are you OK?” “There’s a bottomless well of support, just so you know.” “G told me last night. How are you doing?” “You ok? I see a missed call. Phone has been dead for a few days. I heard about what happened. Is The Mister OK?”…

Day #363 The Waiting Game

You know what I’m talking about. Everyone plays the waiting game. All the time. I’ve had cause recently to reflect on waiting and have come to the conclusion that there are many different types of waiting, but they all come down to a delicate balance of the same things: time, patience and discipline, and circumstance. On…

Day #361 The Last Hurrah

The Mister and I have been trying (and failing) to get out  to the movies for the last couple of months. We had missed out on Thor: Ragnarock in cinemas and I was determined not to end 2017 without making it to the movies to at least catch the newest Star Wars movie. It is fitting, I think,…

Day #354 Waiting for Santa

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…

Day #345 Snowflake

Despite having a fairly large vocabulary at this stage, communication with a three year old is still hard work. There is much he does not understand in terms of context and there is much we don’t understand about what goes on in his head to put his answers into the correct context. As such, I have…

Day #337 It’s a Christmas tree!

I know I’ve said before that I’ve been more tolerant of the whole Christmas spirit thing this year, including even voluntarily listening to Christmas carols when I didn’t have to. I’m actually enjoying the whole thing beyond my usual love of the fresh scent of real pine trees and warm twinkly lights. I’ve come to…

Day #325 Giving thanks, the Irish way

Years and years ago I was studying abroad in London. I went to visit a college friend who was studying abroad in Dublin and she introduced me to the Mister. Fast forward and we both ended up in Ireland and she imported to our circle of Irish friends the American pot luck Thanksgiving Dinner tradition.…

Day #317 How to stir trouble and marital discord

Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…