Wishing you all a Happy New Year. My resolutions for 2018 are pretty identical to last year.
It’s New Year’s Eve once again!
A night of glammifying, glitter and quaffing of fizzy stuff in glamorous and electric surroundings.
Or if you’re a parent, a night of overtired minions and a collective wish that it was midnight already so you can go to bed.
If I’m honest, Myself and The Him rarely see midnight. Considering that there is usually Feck all on the Tellybox, we’ve usually clinked glasses and gone to bed way before the fireworks begin.
But now with Mini-Me suddenly excited about New Year’s Eve (even though she actually doesn’t have a clue what it means), we find ourselves in a quandry.
Do we let her stay up until midnight and then spend the first day of 2018 with an absolute SheBeast who is beyond knackered?
And here is where Netfix saves the day… or the night.
The clever folk at Netflix have 9 cool New Year countdowns sitting on your profile, ready to countdown at WHATEVER time you decide! They’re a few minutes long and there are 9 different themes so you can choose which one your Minions will enjoy.
So tonight, we shall be having a NYE party, doing the countdown and wishing each other a Happy New Year at around 8.30pm.
And then, the two Dollies shall be tucked in and we shall pop some bubbles, chill out, (probably in front of Netflix again!) and try to see if we can stay awake until the ACTUAL countdown.
If your Minis want to ring in the New Year, but staying up until stupid o’ clock is not an option for them, then try this. It’s fab.
Happy New Year Lovelies.
Well it’s all done and dusted.
This year was pretty disastrous to be fair. At one point on Christmas Eve it felt like anything that could go wrong, was going to!
And it did…
😐Our heating system broke a few days before Christmas and can’t be fixed until January.
😐The Christmas tree lights broke on Christmas Eve.
😐My hoover broke.
😐Princess has been sick ALL over Christmas.
We didn’t get all of the wee cousins together for even ONE photograph. She was having NONE of ANYTHING and has spent the past 4 days sitting ON Mammy. How I cooked dinner, feck knows.
She is literally only looking at what Santa left this morning…wee pet.
We’ve been to the doctors today and hopefully now she’ll be on the mend, but Christ having a poorly Babby in the house over Christmas just dampens it all, doesn’t it?
In the scheme of things, “whatever”.
And of course, in the scheme of things, I have NOTHING to complain about.
In the scheme of things, there are so many others who would kill for my little disasters.
But when you’re in the midst of things, “the scheme of things” means Jack Shit.
And sometimes, if Mammy wants to roll her eyes to Heaven, stamp her foot and declare “fuck this for a bag of parsnips” or “Christmas spirit my arse”, then she shall. Because in MY scheme of things, things could have been better!
And I Shouldn’t feel guilty for grumbling a bit. When it’s Mammy’s job to keep everyone else smiling, if she wants to feel a bit sorry for her sorry wee self when things break or go wrong, that’s allowed too. As usual however, after swearing a bit and cursing everything, Mammy pulled up her big girl knickers and sucked it up.
In the scheme of things, wee buns.
We did have a lovely Christmas. 👨👩👧👧
Mini-me has had the time of her Wee life and isn’t that what really matters?
The lights got replaced at 10pm on Christmas Eve.
The Gillespie Mafia had 8 heaters on my doorstep within an hour of my Daddy sending the S.O.S to my aunts and Uncles.
The hoover magically came to life again IN the shop when I took it in to complain, making me look all levels of psychobitch to the 4 snuggling Salesmen behind the counter on Christmas Eve.
In the scheme of things, it was fab.
I did get a few nice snaps, but Trust me, for each if the nice ones, there are 8 real-lifers.
And everyone has them. So remember as you’re looking at all the picture perfect Instafeeds, behind all of those picture perfect moments, there might be a broken fridge, or a Puking baby, or broken heating, or a wobbly marriage, or a Screaming toddler, or a nasty illness, or a broken heart or an empty chair…
Real Life usually happens off camera, (but when we DO capture it, it can be so funny that it reminds us that “in the scheme of things”, real life rocks! 👇👇👇)
How was your Christmas Mammies? Any clangers for me?
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,
The magic was starting and all was in hand.
The trees were lit up and the turkeys were prepped,
The dog was quite cozy by the tree where he slept.
The sugar-filled children were bouncing and reeling,
The reindeer dust sprinkled, the cookies still cooling.
They hoped for and wished that the Big Man would bring
The gifts that they’d ask for, to make their hearts sing.
They stared at the skies, with eyes that were bright
As the stars they were searching, for Santa’s sleigh lights.
The parents enjoyed the excitement and fun
But hoped they’d soon sleep. There were jobs to be done.
Santa’s snacks were set out and the stories were read
As the children got tucked in and snuggled in bed.
With a sigh of relief and ten checks that they’re sleeping
Mammy opened the nice secret treats she’d been keeping.
They finished their jobs and left everything right
For the Big Man in red who would visit tonight.
And they danced in the kitchen, and with Bublé they’d sing
Excited themselves, for what morning would bring.
For the joy and excitement, the gifts and the hugs
For the fact they’re together and truly know love,
For their family and friends, far away and close by,
For the innocence and magic that can’t money can’t buy,
For the dinner and chocolates and all of the food,
For the laughter and smiles, for the contented mood,
That comes with the sunrise on each Christmas Day,
And they counted their blessings as they ended their day.
So, tired but happy, Mammy turned off the light,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!”
(Maria Rushe 2017)
This Mammy wants to wish all of my wonderful readers a truly magical and wonderful Christmas. I hope Santa is good to you all and that you have everything you dream of.
The S-Mum xx
The one thing that I love about the long, dark evenings of winter, might seem strange to some.
“You’re doing it again aren’t you?” Himself will say to me in the car as we drive along, if I’ve gone quiet beside him.
I’ve been doing it since I was a little girl, sitting behind Mum and Dad in our seatbelt-free VW Golf as we drove through the winding Donegal roads at night.
Maybe it’s the writer in me, but I love looking through the windows of people’s homes.
I don’t mean that I walk around playing “Peeping Tomette”. NO, of course not. But when you’re sitting in the passenger seat of a car and it’s dark or getting dark, and people have yet to close their curtains, it’s amazing the little glimpses you can get into the worlds of strangers.
I look. And for a split second, I see a tableaux; a freezeframe – a photograph if you like of the home and sometimes the people in it. I imagine who they are; what they’re saying and what it’s like to be there, among them. Who has just walked into the room to make the child jump up like that? Where is he going? What are they talking about? My imagination creates full scenarios for the “characters” of these snapshots.
Christmas is my favourite time to do this, and with Christmas trees in windows, it’s the perfect time to catch beautiful moments. These are where the real Christmas-Card-worthy moments happen; A Granny laughing by the fireplace. An uncle arriving home. Windows being cleaned. A dog being scolded for jumping on a sofa. A child being lifted up high.
Snapshots, if you will.
Obviously, on Christmas Day, I don’t do this… because I’m not in the car much.
And so, I thought I’d get glimpses into the homes of others in a different way. I asked some of the top Parenting writers in the country what I would see if I happened to look through their windows over Christmas?
Each of them has kindly sent me a description of their very own perfect freezeframe; what they hope you’d see and what they hope to be doing while the world drives by next Monday.
Jen from – Mama-tude loves Christmas Eve most.
“My favourite moment of Christmas is Christmas Eve morning when the children wake up. It’s the one morning of the year that I’m very grateful for their early morning rising tendencies. They always bounce into our room, fit to burst with excitement knowing that Santa is coming that night.
My mum always arrives super early that morning with a special Christmas chocolate cake. She has come to terms with her daughter’s lacking of domestic goddess skills so in the interest of her grandchildren’s palate, she does the baking! Then we turn on the laptop, log onto Norad Santa tracker and countdown the minutes until he leaves. And so begins their excited running commentary on his whereabouts for the duration of the day.”
Ross from – The Stented Papa
“If you were to take a peek through my window on Christmas morning, you’d see a busy, excited household.
The funny thing is it depends on what time you’d be taking a peek! We’ve actually had to wake Nip #1 up for the last two Christmas mornings!! Even knowing Santa was coming, she was happy to sleep in! But I’ve a feeling this year will be a bit different.
So once everyone is awake, it’s a busy & excited place. Wrapping paper everywhere, the nips playing with their new toys, showing & telling us all about them. Christmas tunes in the background, dressing gowns on, fresh coffee brewing.
Then we get dressed & head over to Granny’s house for a big breakfast & more presents. Then around 1pm we head for Great Grandad Shay’s house with about 30 family (my in-law’s side) for some fun & yep, you’ve guessed it – more presents!!!
Finally back to ours this year for Christmas dinner with all the usual trimming & the odd glass of vino – sure it is Christmas ya know!! Cheers to the perfect day!”
Kellie from – My Little Babóg
“I would love to say all happy and merry but in reality you will probably see absolute carnage and one or both parents swigging from a bottle of Jack Daniels by midday. Christmas morning with a 1, 2, 3 and 7 year old is gonna be like any other day except with a skip full of new toys, wrapping paper and boxes upon boxes of selection boxes like the old days. It will be messy but hopefully full of fun and laughter.”
Jolene from – One Yummy Mummy
“Daddy of the house running down the stairs in his pjs to check and see if santa came; He lets us know with an excited roar up if he has.
Bursts of excitement from my 4 year old running down and crashing thru the living room door to see all the presents. Then you’ll Catch a glimmpse of few tears as I get caught up in the emotion of it all. Then to the kitchen were you,ll spy a few of my dance moves with a bucks fizz in hand, basting the turkey, with christmas FM in full swing.”
Becky from – Cuddle Fairy
“Christmas morning if you looked through our window you would see all of the Christmas lights on. Three kids happily tearing off wrapping paper and parents assembling toys. We are all in our pajamas with sleepy heads and unwashed faces. It’s straight downstairs when the kids wake up. There’s nothing as magical as Christmas morning.”
Benny from Daddy Poppins
“What would you see if you looked through out window on Christmas morning? In a word, Mayhem. We’ve two hyperactive children at the best of times but the magic of Christmas will send them over the edge. Think Santa’s elves high on sherbet and candy canes (but in child form, obviously). There’ll be wrapping paper everywhere and our little terrors will be flitting from toy to toy, unsure which to settle on for their first proper play. Mammy and Daddy will be trying to coax them into posing for pictures with their new acquisitions but it will all be in vein. Nothing will hold those little magpies attention for long as they dart from one shiny new thing to the next. Mayhem, but the good kind.”
And as for THIS Donegal Mammy? The carpet shall be clattered and camouflaged by wrapping paper and toys. Michael Buble will be crooning from the tellybox. Daddy shall be building stuff and Mammy shall be eating, starting the day with the obligatory Football Special and Terry’s chocolate orange! The girls will be hyped up on life, excited to the brink by cousins and presents and Grandparents and fun. Mammy and Daddy shall be screenfree, intent on not scolding for the day and stealing kisses every time we pass under mistletoe… And there still shall be tears and jobs to do and maybe the odd tantrum, and probably a few dirty nappies, but in the midst of it all, there shall be glitter and sparkle and love. And even the jobs and nappies and tears shall be dealt with with extra smiles and magic; with that special, inexplicable feeling that comes only with Christmas Day.
Whatever is happening in your window frame this Christmas, I do hope it is wonderful and joyful and as stress free as possible. I’d love you to share your snapshot in the comments.
Sending much love and Christmas wishes to all,
The S-Mum xxxxxxx