I am So-Chuffed MumΒ 

The absolute coolest thing happened to S-Mum this evening.

I have been smiling since and the Him is ready to throw me out a window because I haven’t shut up since I came home.
I popped to Marksy Spendies to buy a bottle of bubbles🍾 (so me and the Him can toast the fact that 12 years ago today, we were young, free and single enough to get rat arsed and bump into each other by accident πŸ˜‚at a party in a garage and start living happily ever after. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜šπŸ’–…not that I need an excuse to buy Bubbles, but still.)


I popped to Marksy Spendies to buy a bottle of bubbles


I got ASKED FOR I.D!!!!!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
I was looking a bit skanky tbh. I was going for my usual no makeup/mummybun/windswept and interesting look. I do it fablisly. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I was going through my purse to see if I had enough change for the parcark and I heard the voice. 

“Do you have ID on you please?” 

I checked my phone then glanced up to see whay he hadn’t asked for money.

I was met by an expectant look and a slight fear…

“Sorry! Are you asking me for ID? OH MY GOOOOOOD THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!” I gushed.
I swear to God, I felt like I’d won the fricken Rose of Tralee! Music started to play adn people began to clap and cheer and I was about to begin my acceptance speech, wiping a shocked and oh so humble imaginary tear from my eye. πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

The buck at the other till started laughing.

My best friend John (yes I established his name afterwards because he can’t JUST be the boyo at the till in Marksy Spendies when he’s been part of such a momentous moment in my life now can he?), John realised that perhaps I am a little bit more than 25 and began to blush furiously.

He blushed.

I continued to gush. πŸ˜‚
“Can you ask me again please? I wasn’t quite ready for that!” I begged.

John didn’t quite know what to say so he just laughed.

At this stage, his two colleagues at the other tills were also laughing and looking at me quite piteously.  They were probably thinking “CRAZY LADY!”

“You’ll understand some day!” I grinned at the 19 year old girl who was looking at me as if I had grown three tits on my forehead.
I didn’t care that they thought me odd.

At that moment, despite my utter skankiness, I looked young and wrinkle free enough to be asked for I-fricken-D!
“You’ve just made my night.  Thank you!” I slabbered as I left the checkout and left them all shaking their heads in bufuddlement.
And I smiled all the way to the car and all the way home.

And I’m still smiling.

Because yes, I am THAT BLOODY SAD!

(Which is ironic, because actually, it all made me so happy!) 🌞🌞🌞
Now, the Him is getting Mini-Me (aka The Hulk) to bed and I’m about to be a culinary genius while supping on the bubbles.🍾🍾
I do hope your Saturdays are utterly fablis my Pretties. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

(Just call me Benjamin Button!) πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
I am So-Chuffed Mum 😚😚

I am Sooooo glad it’s bedtime MumΒ 

Sweet Jesus and the wee donkey, there are some bedtimes that are SOOOOOOO much more adored and precious than others.
Today was long.
Really, fricken, long. πŸ˜‚
I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m starving. 

I’m so glad that it’s bedtime that I could cry with joy.
And that was without a hangover.

I’ve spent the evening congratulating myself and thanking myself (twice out loud) for being so fantastically well behaved last night.  

Because I don’t think I would have survived today if I’d partied too hard last night. πŸΎπŸŽŠπŸŽ‰πŸ˜”
Princess started to crawl on Tuesday. This is Friday.

  Today’s trick has been to constantly pull herself up to STANDING, (YES STANDING,) at the window sill, sofa, chair, side of cot…whatever… 
But she can’t get down again, so has spent most of the day standing screaming at me to hurry the feck up and help her back on to her pudgy arse before she lands on her head.
Shes 8 months, still toothless, crawling for 3 whole days…and now she can stand.

I’m not quite ready for this shit.

Not today anyway.

Remember when you could leave them on the mat and pop for a pee for 30 seconds knowing that they wouldn’t have moved? 

Yup.  THOSE good old days are GONE. 😑😑
Also today, Mini-Me told me to “Relax yourself now Mummy. I want to hear the radio please.”

I shit you not. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
So, now it’s bedtime.

They’ve both gone to sleep without much protest thank Goodness.
I’ve just text the Him to VERY POLITELY request that he MIGHT consider driving past and popping into a certain Indian restaurant on his way home and that I would reward him with polite and intelligent conversation if some of their fine cuisine just happened to end up in his batmobile for me.
I didn’t threaten violence.

I didn’t suggest that the furbaby’s kennel is very comfortable.

I even said please. πŸ˜‡
On another note, THIS πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡ amazingful picture by my genius Mini-Me has been on my fridge for weeks. It’s Rapunzel’s tower.  

Only today did I suddenly realise that it might be misconstrued by a dirtier mind to look like something else.

But I bet none of you Lovelies saw anything phallic? 

Of course not.

Because you’re all nice and ladylike. πŸ˜‚πŸ’–

After surviving today, I’m going to have another one of my 5 a day 🍷and relax with some grapes.

Did I mention that I love Bedtimes?
Here’s to a fablis and safe bank holiday weekend my Pretties.


I am Superexcited Mum

​Oooooooh the excitement! 🌞🌞🌞
@secretsofsmum has been “LONG-LISTED” for the LITTLEWOODS IRELAND BLOG AWARDS 2016. πŸ˜†πŸ˜†
I’ve never been long-listed for ANYTHING before.


I am also pretty sure it means that I must quaff prosecco tonight to celebrate the longingofthelisting.🍾
Seriously, if I read the terms and conditions, compulsory supping of the bubbles is in there somewhere. πŸŽ‰πŸŽŠ
Thank you all for the follows and likes and comments and please continue to share and tag if you’re enjoying my S-Mumblings.
Now, I’m off to be a fecking Longlisted Supermum and “Mary Poppins”

 these two to their respective beds so that the quaffing of the longlistedness bubbles can commence.

Much love guys and dolls 


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I am Suspicious Mum…Β 

​S-Mum is suspicious.
It seems that my perfectly dysfunctional little family unit survived quite well in my absence this weekend.  I came home to clean children and a tidy house.  I was impressed. πŸ˜…
Even more suspicious is the fact that Mini-Me has been BEAUTIFULLY behaved today. 🌞🌞🌞

Like all day.

I didn’t have to scold or shout once.

And when I spoke, she actually listened…mostly. 
Seriously.  Something is not right.
Usually I automatically say things between 4 and 6 times in one breath, with the volume increasing each time. 

“Get off the baby…get off the baby…Get off the baby…Get off the baby…GET OFF THE FECKIN BABEEEEEEEEEEEY,” can happen up to 14 times a day.
Other lines I LOVE to repeat OVER & OVER ARE:

Put on your shoes please. 

Where are your socks?

Eat your dinner.

Get off the baby. (It happens a lot.)

Wash your hands please.

Where are your pjs?

Will you put down that feckin phone? (At the Him, not the girls obviously. Although I’d be as well saying it to Princess…or the Dog in fact. 😑😑😑😑)
I say these lines about 578 times each day and most of the time, I end up SCREAMING them before anyone even HEARS me.
But no.

  Today, Mini-Me was great.  She was quite fablis and now, she’s IN BED… NOT hiding outside the living door underneath the clothes-rack! 

She’s IN BED.

My beautiful little angelic cherub is on her way to dreamland where hopefully she’ll dream of our AMAZING peaceful and non-screamingful day and her subconscious, or fairies or something, will teach her that THIS is how life SHOULD BE. 

Then, she’ll awaken from her slumber (after 8am) and continue on her streak of utter Fabulosity and perfection.

And I shall NEVER scream again.

And I will NEVER be cross again.


And we shall all live happily ever after… until the Him comes home and looks at his phone instead of at me… πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
But tonight, I shall relish the VERRRRRRRRRY unusual feeling of a FULL DAY OF MUMMY WINS and rest my voice, because in reality, I’ll probably need it tomorrow!
What’s your “FAVOURITE” line that you LOVE to use?  You know? 

Over and over and over and over and over….🍷

I am Sobbing at the Soaps Mum


After a disaster of a morning/afternoon/early evening…OK. I’ll start again.

After a pretty epic Feck-it-up Friday, things began to settle after I visited Him and his Jim.  For one sweaty hour,  I was Laura Croft, (without the boobs obviously) and I ROCKED.  

(I no longer fall over when trying to lunge. THAT, my friends, is progress!

Yay me and screw you tummy-muscles-like-a-bingo-wing. I’m gonna find youuuuuu!  πŸ˜‚)
Anybuts. πŸ˜ƒ

Mini-Me ate her dinner in 9 minutes tonight. 

It was “home made bread covered with ripe unblemished organic tomatoes and cheese from a Virgin cow, accompanied by new season potatoes gently coated in free range dust and gluten free oil from the rain forest”. 


I fed her Pizza and waffles.

Because I’m on Feck-it-up Friday so I may as well continue through with the theme.
After an unusually calm bedtime, with my two little munchkins snoring, I needed food.

I RESISTED the temptation to ring the Him and tell him to come home ONLY if he was carrying a biryani or he’d be bludgeoned to death with a Peppa pig car.
I also decided I’d be good and NOT have a Friday night tipple, because I am energised and clean and organic and fabulous.
And then…
Then, I caught the last 10 minutes of Corrie and watched THE most moving and amazingly awful death of Kylie Platt.
(Shut up.  Yes.  I may teach film studies for a living, but at the minute, Tree Fu Tom is the intellectual highpoint of my day.)
So Corrie was impressive and horrible and terrible and by the time the Him came in, I was BAWLING.

His panic was quickly replaced by hysterical laughter when I eventually slabbered “Kylie …just …a….died and it’s. ..so ooh. ..sad!” 😭😭😭

His reply included a LOT of expletives and the line “The last time I came home to this you were pregnant.”


Terror. 😈
And now he’s panicking that I’m up the dudu again and I’m probably going to have to do a test to bring his stress levels down from 90. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
(I’m not! Calm the cacks.)
So with the trauma of the most realistic portrayal of last breath I’ve seen since Marley & Me, the horrific sadness of her last message to her kids,  not to mention David Platt’s heart wrenching “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, I did what everyone else who was there did.
I poured a very large Gin with a tiny dash of tonic.
And my nerves are just about settling so I MAY need another one.

Or three.

You know… for Kylie?

May she Rest in Soapland Heaven.  πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡
Happy Fecked-it-up Friday Ladybelles.
Feel free to tell me how you Fecked-it-up today. Or rub it in how your day was fablus.


Cheers Bitcheepoooos!

S-Mum x   πŸ˜™πŸ˜™

I am Seriously long dinner Mum

S-Mum is foooooked. 😩😩😩
Tonight’s dinner took 1 hour and 13 minutes.
1 feckin HOUR and 13 soul-destroying minutes.😠
It went like this.
Her:  I don’t like Chicken.

Me: Yes you do.

Her:  You KNOW I don’t like chicken.

Me: Yes you do.

Her: No I don’t. (Pushes chicken off plate.)

Me: Please put that chicken back on your plate.  Now, stop your nonsense and eat your dinner. (Inside scream.)

Her: I don’t LIKE chicken.

Me: You ate chicken in Granny’s on Monday.

Her: That was Gwanny’s chicken. 

Me: (You have to be feckin joking me.) Eat your dinner please pet. 

Her: WHY. are. there. CARROTS. on. my. plate? (Impressive tone there Mini-Me.)

Me: Eat your dinner.  Look.  Princess is eating her dinner. (Futile sing songy voice)

Her: These potatoes are BORING.

ME: (FUCK ME….) The potatoes are special magic potatoes that give you super powers.

Her: I don’t like chicken. 😑😑😑😑😑
Repeat this x 17.
Add in a few top parenting lines such as: 
“If you eat your dinner, you can have TWO bedtime stories.”  (I’m amazing aren’t I?)
“Did you know that eating your dinner makes your muscles bigger than Daddy’s?”

“Look. Your baby sister is almost FINISHED HERS. She’s such a big girl.” (Yup. I know. I’m terrible.)
“Potatoes make you big and strong.” (Yes.  I said it. Despite the interweb telling me last week that this line will fuel negative body image. Seriously?)
“Mummy wears glasses because I didn’t eat carrots when I was little.”  (EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT….SWEET JEEEEEEEEESUS, JUST EEEEEEEEAT!)

Dirty looks.😈
Princess had started hers, fallen asleep in her highchair, had a 20 minute nap, woken up and finished hers in the meantime.  πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡
“Right. Scooby Doo is going off.” (Imagine that I would have cartoons on during dinner?  I know.  Go ahead.  Phone social services.  I’ll dial for you shall I?)
The telly was turned off. 

She wailed like a shitfaced banshee.

I turned my attention to the food covered fudge monster in the high chair…

I ignored her snarling…

And she finally gave in.
(She probably got hungry! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)
It took one blast in the microwave and 1 hour and 13 minutes, but she EVENTUALLY ate the stupid potatoes.
THEN, she bounced off the chair, scraped and put her own fricken plate in the dishwasher, skipped over to me, gave me a kiss and said “Two stories.  That’s SOOOOOO KIND OF YOU MY MAMMY BEAR!”
I may give up now.  I don’t stand a chance.
So anyway.

How was your day?

#SMum #Mammyblogger #Mummy #MiniMeAndPrincess #RealStruggles #FML  #dinner

I am Some reality Mum

For anyone who complains that Mummy bloggers portray an unrealistic and ideal life… they’re reading the wrong bloggers.


Mini-Me has upped her Bitch-game this evening. Seriously, there are teenagers with less attitude.
Am trying to remind myself that “a strong-willed daughter will be a strong woman, able for anything the world can throw at her.” Whatever…

Tonight, SHE threw EVERYTHING at me before bed. Tantrums, crying, huffing, puffing and death stares. She threw herself onto her bed, arm across her face, sighing and declaring dramatically “I am just FED UP.” (Looks through elbow to see if she’s getting required reaction.)

I had to leave the room; Part of me laughing at how hilarious she is, part of me DYING a little inside that I saw myself in front of my own eyes. 😳😳😳
Bad Mammy.
Bad, not-doing-anything-right, setting-seriously-bad-examples, fucking-my-child’s-emotional-responses, opposite-of-positive-parenting BAAAAAAD MAMMY.

Deep breaths. Compose oneself. Remember who is in charge…
(Little voice… “She is. She’s in charge you Crazy Woman…”) 😈

I eventually got her settled, read “The Dinosaur that Pooped the Bed” and tucked her in.
Then I came up the hall to THIS MESS.πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡


I don’t even know where to start, and so I’m ranting to you, my lovely S-Mummies πŸ’–, to avoid it…

And to stop myself from pouring a HUMONGOUS grape-juice. πŸ·πŸ˜‚


I almost puked in public today. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Week three of #operationskinnyarse began with the most terrifying and dreaded piece of equipment in the gym…
The mat.
I shit you not. It turns out that the most torturous, challenging, hardcore machine in there is my own fricken bodyweight and a mat.
Who knew?

Hope your Monday was equally as wonderful as mine.
Maybe Winnie the Poop was right! πŸ˜‚


Over and out…

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I am Stupid teething Mum

S-Mum Β is VERRRRRY tired.

Princess had her first restless night in ages. Stupid teeth. 😠😠 The wee dote had a raging temperature all night and would have sucked the full tube of bonjella had I let her. Β She’s up since 6am and has the dirtiest big red spot on her wee cheek.

It’s now 7am.

She’s on her second dribble bib.

I’m on my second coffee.

Mini-Me was exactly the same when she was teething: temperature, spot, tooth.

In that order.

Every time.

Isn’t it terrible that getting something as simple as teeth can be so bloody sore on them? 😩😩
Meanwhile, The Him is enroute to some foreign county to climb over walls and run around a field full of mud with his buddies from Jim. Β They’ll wade through rivers, crawl under electric wires and clamber over obstacles, getting muck in places that muck should NEVER be. I’m not even going to bother cleaning the bathroom today because he’ll be leaking magic muck from his pores for the next week anyway.

In fairness, it’s all for charity and I’m sure they’ll have a ball.πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺ
He’ll land home tonight acting as if he’s John Mc-feckin-Clane, having saved the state in Die Hard 19, covered in manly scratches and dirt, flopping onto the sofa and expecting a round of applause and a beer.

And praise indeed he shall get… as long as he arrives home with a Prawn Balti from Chilli Shaker.

If he brings naan bread, I might even run him a bath.

If he brings wine, I’ll cheer and shout “Yippeekayeeey Mother Fucker!” at him every 5 minutes until Wednesday.
But now, I’m off to put a collection of teethers and carrots in the fridge. Β Yes carrots. Β Have you ever guven a teethung child a big, chilled, peeled carrot to gnaw on? They LOVE IT! Obviously it needs to be thick so their wee gummies cant bite a bit off, but it’s great. Β Especially when the tooth is almost through.)

Then I’m going to put on my glittery shoes and go shopping.

Shopping list so far:πŸ‘‡



Teetha granules.



Have a Sassy Saturdays Bitcheepooooos 😎😎

I am Summertime-Family-Fun at Castleknock Hotel.

Last week, The Him and I took Mini-Me and Princess to Castleknock Hotel and Country Club for a 3 night Staycation. Β Situated on Porterstown Road, Castleknock, this hotel is perfectly located for exploring Dublin.

We booked the Family Fun Package, which included a family room, Breakfast, tickets to Tayto Park and the Zoo, a dinner and a packed lunch.

When we arrived, we were checked in by a truly lovely young man. Β Stephen was his name as far as I remember. He was friendly and efficient. When we arrived in the room allocated to us however, we weren’t overly impressed. Β It was at the far end of the hotel, looking out at the hotel bins. Β My 4 year old’s first words about the room were “Look at the man working at the bins Mammy.” There was a single bed and a double bed, but no cot and there wasn’t enough room to fit one in.

I rang reception and asked for a different room. Β Again, he was very friendly and said he would look into it. Β I went back to reception after ten minutes where Stephen was working on trying to find us alternative room for the three nights. Β He eventually moved us to a new room, which was a bit bigger and so the cot fit in and we still had room to move about. Β This room was overlooking the carpark and above a flat roof, but was much better than the first.

The hotel isΒ clean and the public lobby, bar and reception are spacious and comfortable. Β (Gorgeous air freshener in the huge lobby!) Β The outside patio area is beautiful and a playpark was very well received by Mini-Me each evening. One lovely touch was the table of blankets, suncream and sunglasses at the door to the outside area. Β Very simple, but very thoughtful.

The gym is basic but functional and the pool area is beautiful. There are two pools suitable for young children. Β They were a perfect temperature and open to children from 9am until 6pm each day. (I should say that this suited us with very young children, but had our kids been a bit older, or teenagers indeed, we would not have been impressed that they couldn’t avail of the pool after 6pm.)

A family changing room would be helpful in the leisure area also. Β Yes, there is a baby changing room and changing tables near the entrance to the pool, but for a young family, a communal room where both parents can help the children dress would have been wonderful. (A suggestion rather than a criticism.)

Breakfast each morning was perfect. Β Porridge, fruit, pastries, cheeses, smoked salmon and a hot buffet. Β The toasting machine needs replaced asap however…infuriatingly slow and took three attempts to warm the bread before eventually burning it! Β The staff were very accommodating each morning. Β On the third morning, Trish had seen us coming down the stairs and by the time we got to the restaurant, had reset the table closest to the buffet, set up the highchair and had even left extra teaspoons on the table for feeding the baby. Β This was a simple act, but again, made us feel welcome and looked after.

We had barfood on the first 2 nights. Β It was tasty, with a varied menu and satisfying portions. Β Again, staff were efficient and friendly, taking time to talk to Mini-Me. Β On our final night, we used the included dinner in the very elegant restaurant. Β Decor in this area is stunning; elegant, tasteful and classy. Β Our server Christina was superb from beginning to end and the food was exellent.

Had the Him and I been in this beautiful restaurant on our own, we would have enjoyed it much more to be honest. Β It was difficult to enjoy this meal to its full potential with a tired baby and a 4 year old who thought we were at a ball in her honour! Β We were terrified she would break or spill something. We both agreed that a barfood voucher included in the package would have been much more beneficial in the family package.

The hotel is very close to the zoo; it’s only a 5 minute drive to Phoenix Park. Β It’s also close to Tayto Park and the City Centre so it is ideal for a family adventure in the Capital.

Overall, we thoroughly enjoyed our break. We have stayed in Family rooms in other hotels which had a small hall or reception area which allowed for us to watch a movie or even have a drink after the girls went to bed, but the fact that they go to bed early isn’t really the hotel’s fault is it!? Β It is however something that we would consider if booking again. Β Perhaps adjoining rooms or a suite would be worth paying the extra for.

The Castleknock Hotel was very pleasant and perfectly located, the grounds and golf course were lovely, the food was excellent and the staff were friendly. Β We left with a tasty packed lunch to spend the day at the zoo and they even put down the red carpet for Mini-Me! (Obviously it was for her and not for the beautiful Bride that day. πŸ˜‚)

We will be back, (but maybe we’ll try one of the couple’s packages next time!)

I am Summertime-Family-Fun Mum

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(Please note: S-Mum received No Renumeration for reviewing this hotel. Β I do so simply to help other parents to decide if such a family break would suit them. Β These simply are our experiences.)

I am Staycation Mum

Recently, we took the girls on holiday.

I had thought we would venture abroad; a pleasant 3 or 4 hour flight, a short transfer, a family-friendly hotel with a kid’s club and sunshine.  Lots of sunshine.  We’d get a dose of Vitamin D and return home relaxed and tanned. 

Of course we could be one of those fabulous families who travel somewhere hot and exotic.  Mini-Me and her Daddy would frolick in the pool while Princess and I would lounge under a huge parasol, watching them.

   Princess would sleep in her buggy while we enjoyed Meditteranean cuisine  and sipped warm grape-juice every evening in a different sea-front restaurant, while Mini-Me would love the novelty of staying up late with us. We’d all be so relaxed and happy that there would be no tantrums and we would simply have some amazing, sunfilled family time.


And then we had a few weeks of rare, lovely, summery weather at home and my perspective on what our family holiday abroad would be, changed slightly.

Or rather…it changed dramatically!
The reality of a foreign holiday for my little bundle of Crazy-frogs would be this:

❀We’d have two cranky weins by the time we’d even get to the nearest airport.  Even the thought of the security queues and trying to entertain/restrain the baby on a flight is enough to make me want gin.  She’s a wriggler.  She would not be a happy bunny.

❀There’s no way in hell that I’d manage to pack into limited suitcase space. Princess alone fills the boot of the car for an overnight in Granny’s.  And I do pack bare minimum.  Before kids, The Him and I often traveled with just hand luggage. 

Then, not a bother.  

Now, not a hope!

❀The Kids’ Club would need to have better security than the White House, with 18 foot electrified walls and “eye-dentification” scanners for access, before The Him would let the girls out of his sight for 2 minutes.  So that would be a no go.

❀Swimming pool fun would be wonderful….Until we tried to get her OUT of the pool.  She gets completely knackered if she goes swimming, so I can’t imagine how shattered she would be if she spent much of the day in a pool. 

Trying to extract her from said pool, would look like a scene from The Exorcism of Emily Rose. We’d be videod by a Sanctimommy and end up on Youtube or terriblehorribleparents.com.

❀Our two Darlings are in bed every night by 7.30pm.  They get grumpy very quickly when they pass their sleep.  Add this to the post-pool exhaustion… Nightmare.  

❀I’d spend the whole time clattering them both in factor 6000 to make sure they didn’t burn.  Princess would end up a slimy little monster and her wriggling would be extra effective with the added slipperiness. 

❀I’d pretty much end up doing all the things Mummies do at home, just in sticky heat with a grumpy family.

So we opted for a Staycation and headed to Dublin for 4 days instead.

I know, I know…

I can hear some of the comments already.

“We go on holidays with the kids all the time.”

“Don’t be silly, youd have a blast!”

“We’ve trecked the Lake District with the 5 of them.  I carried the twins in a sling.”

Well, Good for you.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t holiday abroad with the kids.  I’m saying We don’t fancy it.  Not just yet.

We packed up my exceptionally large boot (seiously… hand luggage my arse!), stocked up on Disney stories and music, and off we went.

We stayed in Castleknock Hotel and Country Club, visited Tayto Park, went into the City Centre to Grafton Street to soak up some culture. (By this I obviously mean The Disney Shop and Brown Thomas.), and finished up with a trip to the zoo.

 (I’ll be posting reviews of the hotel and Tayto park tonight.)

We had a lovely time.  Yes.  Quite lovely. 

It was very relaxing. 

Mini-Me in particular had a wonderful time, but to be honest, the most wonderful thing about it was having her Daddy to herself for 4 whole days.  

As it turns out, I made the right decision for us.

The journey to Dublin was long enough.  The “Are we there yet?” started in Strabane. When we reached the hotel, both of us agreed that having to start an airport journey now, would be horrible.

We realised at the same moment in Tayto Park, that we are most likely THE Hangriest Family in the WORLD.  Seriously.  When you get to the point of hunger where you want to physically hurt the next person who walks in front of you, bumps into you, looks at you etc… it’s time to eat. And we ALL tend to reach that point at exactly the same time. Dangerous.

The weather was fab. Sunny, warm and just perfect for us.  The Him even got a start on the farmer’s tan and Mini-Me got more freckles.  But while the heat was lovely, it was another affirmation to us that any hotter would have been a pain in the posterier. Mini-Me and Princess don’t like it.  They get narky and squirmy and don’t quite know wha0ts wrong with them. 

You know when you’re abroad and you see those families at 10pm with Child snuggled up on top of Daddy, baby sleeping soundly in the pram and Mammy sipping on a glass of warm wine?


 That shit wouldn’t happen with us.

Our Child was begging for bed by 8pm. In fairness to her, she was exhausted. We got as far as main course each evening before she flicked that little switch that propels her from “tolerable” to “terrifying”. On night 2, the waiter didn’t even ask if we wanted the dessert menu. He was a quick learner.

Baby was the same.

So in reality, it was lights off by 8.30pm.  Dark room. No telly. No warm wine on a balcony. The habits they have at home that I thank God for each night, do not transfer to a family room.  

The Him was sent out for a run each night. I supped grapejuice sitting on towels on the bathroom floor reading the musings of the very funniful Marian Keyes.

Glamorous? No.  

Worth it? Yes. 

We had a lot of fun.  The parks were fantastic. Mini-Me was in Heaven. We had some much needed family time with Daddy and Mammy got a new handbag. (Happiness is…) πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

And when we got home on Thursday, we still had a few days to relax and have fun before Daddy went back to work.

So yes. Of course a sun holiday would be lovely. But it’d only be lovely for Me and Him. On our own. Alone. Where we could lie in the sun all day, worrying ONLY about our own skin, and actually get as far as dessert at dinner! 

 For now, until they’re a little older anyway, we’ll holiday where suits us. And Dorothy had a point… There’s no place like home. πŸ‘ πŸ‘ 

I am Staycation Mum. πŸ˜™

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