“Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” This is how I’m usually greeted when I collect Hawkeye from creche at the end of the day, accompanied by a dash at top speed and a crushing bear hug. Lately, I’ve taken to preemptively dropping down to one knee and bracing myself for the onslaught. Some things are predictable, you see. “Let’s go…
Second day of sick leave feels like…. Well it feels a little like the end of Empire Strikes Back, to be honest. You know you’re going to feel better, and probably soon, thanks to the drugs you’re on, but in the meantime, the second day sometimes feels worse than the first day. The day of reckoning…
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…
“Do you want a regular band aid or one of the finger strips?” I ask my boss, holding out a selection of plasters* and a small tube of antiseptic ointment. “Oh my god, you have like a whole first aid kit in your handbag!” my boss exclaims, clutching a tissue to a bleeding paper cut…
I may have been accidentally prophetic when I insisted on calling my bump “Hawkeye” after my favourite Marvel Avenger. Hawkeye does indeed appear have hawk eyes. Back when he was much smaller, I remember trying to catch him playing with a little stuffed owl toy on video because it looked so adorable. He would hold…
“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?”…
There are lots of terrible things about going through a crisis, but there are also a few silver linings, one of which is being reminded of how amazing your friends are, especially if you’ve been a little bit absent and stuck in your own little world lately between work and parenting and the holidays. We…
I can’t remember the last time I actually spent a whole day in bed. I mean, even when the whole household was sick over the summer and I spent a long weekend parenting from the comfort of our pull-out couch, I still had to be up and about to a certain degree because unfortunately you…
I’ve been stuck down with the flu, despite getting a flu shot. Lucky me catching one of the less common strains. So, bedridden and achy and thoroughly disgruntled, all I have for you is another result from playing around with Portra. An old photo, this. From when Hawkeye was a baby. I miss napping with…
or: Back In The Saddle Again Oh yoga, I’ve missed you. It’s been far too long. The flexibility is still there (elastic bands for muscles, anyone?) but the muscle strength needs to be rebuilt again. While I’m at it, I’m also delighted that I didn’t faceplant the pavement the very second I got off the…
If you’re hypermobile, chances are you’ve had a conversation like this with a physio at least once in your life: Physio: “Ok, for hip flexor stretches, you can put your right foot forward, left knee on the mat, left hand up, now lean forward, don’t curve your back… that’s perfect. Do you feel that?” Me:…
The Feathered Rose 