“I need to put on my lupstuck QUICKLY Mammy!”
Yeah to sit in a dark auditorium for the next 3 hours? Whatever! 5 going on 15.
And yet as grown up as she’s getting, sometimes things remind me of her adorable innocence!
Like the radio.
We’re driving home after the panto and I’m not really paying much attention to the radio. That is, until I find myself humming along to “I wanna sex you up!” and realise what’s is playing!
Just as I turn it down, oh so subtly, to save the ears of my little one, she tuts.
“What a Very wude song Mammy” she scolds.
Holy shit methinks. She knows the word sex. She knows that sex is a rude Word. (For the radio!) Hang on. Where has she heard That? How does she know? What’s haaaaappening?
“It is indeed” Mammy agrees.
“Did you HEAR what that man was singing?”
“What Silly words. Why would you sing a song Saying ‘I wanna say SHUT UP!’ So weird like!”
“I wanna say shut up?”
“Yeah Mammy. Dat’s what he was singing!”
Sing it wuf me Mammies!
“I wanna say SHUT up!” 😂😂😂
Happy Sauvignon…sorry, Saturday! 🍷
By the way, are you following me on Facebook? You should. The craic is mighty!
Happy New Year my Lovely Ladybelles.
By now, the trees are down and the house looks alarmingly bare. It’s back to uniforms and routine and lunches and gymbags…and after 2 weeks of dreadful flus, no heating and general Cabin Fever, I for one am ready for normality.
I took my tree down on Saturday morning and very quickly realised just how DIRTY my house is.
There is a layer of dust, of handprints and of pawprints and of glitter on every surface in my home and I have decided to give it a new name: it is my “Layer of Love”.
Giving it a nice name like that makes it easier to tolerate. Clever eh? I don’t feel so bad about the dirt now, when I consider that it was my own little munchkins who happily caused it.
In the midst of the New Year’s Resolution BS of January, here are a few precepts or mantras that I intend to try harder to follow this year. I’m not changing anything. I simply try to employ these in order to try to keep my sh*t together.
These would the Rules of Mammying if I were Queen of the World.
- Embrace the Layer of Love. Yes, our houses must be safe and generally clean, but handprints on the glass or dust on the TV aren’t really good reason to stress, are they?
- Let it go. The things that bother you? The people who annoy you? Are they really worth being bothered about? If it’s outside of your own 4 walls, it’s not important.
- What people think of you, is none of your business. If people don’t like you, it’s THEM who has the problem, not you. Work on YOU liking you. Most important.
- Believe that you can. Who says that you can’t? Tell that committee of negative thoughts in your head to sit down and shut up.
- Stop Comparenting. Comparenting is my new word. It’s clever isn’t it? It’s when we compare our parenting to others. And it’s never positive or productive, so stop it!
I’m not going to change in 2018. I’m quite happy with who and how I am already thank you. I manage (just about!) to keep it all between the ditches just fine as I am and I will simply try to keep implementing these ideas in my daily life.
Especially the Comparenting one. I don’t care if Shaniqua’s Mum lets her sit in the front seat. I don’t care if Tarquin’s Mum gives him Football Special in his lunch. I don’t care if Jezzabell’s Dad brings her to every dance class going. Good for them.
Parent for your kids, in your home.
I hope your layer of love is only beautiful after the holidays.
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?
I hope that you and Mrs. Claus are well. I have been the bestest Mammy I could be, (most of the time), this year.
For Christmas, Mammy would like diamonds around my neck, a spa break and a big hug from a Fablis Chanel coat. Mammy would also like:
- an uninterrupted shower
- to experience the joy of independent excretion on the porcelain throne…alone
- for the children to recognise Daddy as the other perfectly capable adult who can do things for them in our home
- for some, even only a few, sentences to start with “Daddy” rather than “Mammy”, just for one day.
- for all of the seasonal bugs and sniffles to bugger off for a week!
- for a laundry fairy to magic away the pile, just for a few hours
But, while all of these things would indeed be wonderful, Mammy must say Santa, that really, I need nothing.
As cliched and silly as it might sound, I have everything I want right in front of me. As much as I give out about the daily pains of being a “fulltime-everything-to-everyone”, I would’t have it any other way.
These two little minions are mine. They are my carbon copies; a perfect little mixture of myself and my Him. For all their tantrums and chaos, they are my world. They give their Daddy and I so much fun every day. I’m glad I have their mucky little faces slabbering biscuits all over me, and their snottery noses to wipe. With each tantrum, I see two headstrong little girls who will change the world one smile at a time, and I know that they will be fine. Their arms around my neck are my diamonds.
And as for My Him? Yes I might give out that he spends too much time with our Jim, but that’s OK too. He’s the hardest working man I know, just like my own Daddy. I wouldn’t have him any other way. We lead crazy busy lives, but at the end of every hectic day, we come home to each other. He’s my big bad handsome man. He’s the only person in the world who knows me better than I know myself. He’s my Him and he’s the only hug I need this Christmas.
Uninterrupted showers are overrated. Soon enough, I shall have privacy in the bathroom once more. I will eventually find myself missing the fat little fingers against the glass. The snots and sniffles and puking, thankfully, come and go. How blessed I am that they do. The tears and tantrums might be plentiful, but they are outweighed by smiles and giggles that make the world chuckle in unison.
And they can “Mammy” me as much as the want. That’s what I’m here for. That’s what I am.
So yes Santa, “things” would of course be nice, but as for getting me what I need? Don’t worry. I don’t need anything. In the midst of the mess and laundry and chaos and tears and noise and stresses, it turns out that when I think about it, I have everything I could ever want right here already.
Have a wonderful Christmas Santa.
Lots of love,
Well what can we say?
Today, we had the most festive few hours with the most wonderful people and raised lots of money for two very worthy charities. The Jack and Jill Foundation and The Victoria Thompson Scholarship do such incredible work for so many families and children all over the country. What better cause to do a fundraiser for before Christmas, than Children and their parents?
A few months ago, I commented to The Him that it’d be lovely to watch the Polar Express on the big screen again. “Make it happen then” he said. So I did.
Today, 220 smiling faces watched the Christmas Classic on the Biggest screen in Century Cinemas.
The queues began to form at the cinema from before 11am, with the excited crowd clutching their golden tickets.
Tickets were punched by the Polar Express Conductor, (The Him does have a fun side outside of Jim!) and everyone, EVERYONE, received a little Jingle Bell, just like the bell in the movie, as they entered. No one has any excuse not to believe now…
We thanked everone for coming and for supporting, before presenting a cheque to Sharon Thompson from the Victoria Thomspson Scholarship.
(We’re meeting a representative from Jack & Jill next week!) Then we told the girls and boys that the train needed some Christmas magic to get started, and so the crowd sang Jingle Bells before the much awaited feature.
And, just as we’d hoped, it was WONDERFUL! It’s a beautiful movie and the runaway train scene was just as spectacular on the big screen as it was the first time we saw it. The most magical part for me was when everyone started to jingle their little bells as Santa arrived. It was AMAZING!
And this evening, I’m smiling from ear to ear at the photographs of families at the event, and of the kids hanging the bells on their trees at home.
Thanks to our followers and friends, we were able to present over €900 to EACH of our chosen charities; The Jack and Jill Foundation and The Victoria Thompson Scholarship. But tonight, I can happily announce that the final total for each charity is a whopping €1000!
So that’s that… for now! It might just need to be an annual event apparently, but I’ll get tonight over me before I start planning anything else!
We do hope that everyone who joined us today had a wonderful time and once again, thank you to you all.
The S-Mum & The Conductor…
Mammy is rather chuffed to see Friday evening.
Mammy doos LOVE Friday evenings.
I tried to be a very good Mammy this evening, ignoring Jim in favour of lifting my girls early, with plans to do some festively frolicky arts and crafts with a lovely Christmas-Card-making-set that I procured in the Aldi-everything last week, to drink hot chocolate and have a Hallmark worthy Mary-of-the-poppins type evening, where they’d play happily while Mammy magically transformed the vegetables in the fridge into wholesome homemade soup for my minions.
How mammiful of me, eh?
In reality, I had an extra hour of them screaming “NO WAY”, “She HUT meeeee!” and “STOP iiiiiit!” at each other and at me, while I delivered a Freezer Friday Special of oven baked cardboard for them to smear all over the floors. Then we watched 65 Cartoons, Princess fell asleep standing up 👇👇👇and we had a generally riotous bedtime chaos…
I didn’t shout as much as usual however and both have gone to bed reasonably content 💞and (finally) temperature free… (Is it bad that I now get more upset if we run out of Cal-of-the-pol, than I do if the graperack runs out? 😂😂)
The arts and crafts stuff remains in the car. It’ll probably still be there on January 1st as I’ll have given in to the cheap, cheerful and mess-free joy that is 30 cards for a penny in the pound shops! 😆😣😅
I HAD indulged in my usual Thursday night Domestic Goddess cleaning splurge last night, in the hope of doing feck all tonight. Right now, it looks like a creche puked its contents onto my living room floor.
There is however a shiny new grape glass from TK-Maxyourcard sitting beside the bottle of grapejuice that needs a snog…
How was your Friday Ladybelle?
Hit me with a gif to sum it up! 😚😚😚
So I’ve been suffering a bit from the oul writer’s block.
Well, actually, I’ve not REALLY. I’ve just been busy this past week or two.
It’s been less “Writer’s block” and more “Mammy’s focked!” 😂😂
There comes a time every so often when this Mammy’s constant attempts to be a bouncing, caffeinated and enthusiasitc Duracell Bunny who has eleventy squillion plates spinning on one hand, while trying to squeeze 43 hours into a 24hour day, with a full time job AS WELL as being a fulltime Mammy, brings the blog to a little lull… and so by the time Mammy gets the girls and their random respective temperatures and snotters to bed each night this past week, Mammy has been fit for nothing else but planting her tired arse on the sofa. 😂
Even the thought of looking at a screen for more than a few minutes hurt my brain.
So I didn’t.
When I get busyful like this, I tend to cool off the interweb for a bit. Yes, I still browse briefly, but I don’t post as much. (I delete the apps off my phone for a few days so I have to really BOTHER to look at them on other devices. It works. Try it!)
I try to stock up on ideas and fun to write about when I get myself back into the swing of it, (and trust me, these two are firing it at me!), but generally, I recharge the blog batteries by putting it on the backburner for a bit.
I’m still here. I’m just not putting pressure on myself to write and I’m not looking at the screen as much.
Social Media is great, but it does no harm every so often to remember that it’s not real and that ACTUALLY, you CAN survive for a few days without it. Life goes on, and it can suddenly become much more focused on the technicolourful wonder that it is, when we’re not being distracted by the little screen quite so much.
Mammy is looking forward to getting some blogs and posts put together this weekend, and normal smumbles will resume soon…just as soon as I recharge my OWN batteries! 😚😂
And just so you don’t think I’ve lost my mojo completely, here’s an update of the death of Michael Jackson… Mini-Me had to draw a picture at school of someone who she knew who had died … guess who she drew!?
Chat soon Ladybelles.
Happy nearly Friday Day!
This week’s ThoroughlyModern Mammy is a letter.
😍To the Mammy I watched last week.😍
Last week, I found myself staring at you.
I couldn’t take my eyes off you.
You were dealing with your little one at an event, in front of lots and lots of people. And I couldn’t stop watching you, because you were beautiful. As a lady AND as a Mammy.
You were everything that I know I need to try harder to be.
Your gorgeous little one was being a child… jumping, playing, running. It didn’t take a fizzle out of you.
And every time you caught your child’s attention, you did something that melted my heart…
A smile so full of love and pride and genuine adoration that it lit up your face… and the face of your little one.
Why did it stop me in my tracks?
Because in your calm and smiling face, I saw what I know I should try harder to be.
I was sad. I knew as I watched you, that had that been me and Mini-Me, I would have been scolding and frowning, firing the “Get over ere now” looks and trying through gritted teeth to get her to stop, to sit down, to listen… I might have been smiling, but it would have been a “Yes I’m smiling, but inside I want to scream” smile.
Was this what you had on your face?
Who knows? There’s a good chance that if I sent you this, you’d laugh it off and tell me you were ready to scream, but it doesn’t matter.
All that your little one saw that day, was the smiling face of a Mammy. From that smile, your child only read “I love you”, “You’re fine” and “Mammy’s here”.
That smile said so much more than that.
It said safety, kindness, patience, understanding and love… a love that is unconditional and calm. A love that doesn’t care what other people in the room think. A love that radiated from your face, more beautifully than anything I’ve seen.
You were glowing.
And you inspired me.
In you, I saw what I could be if I just took a breath every so often and let my Mini–Me be…well, let her be mini. I’m tough on her. Of course I am. And I have to be. That’s parenting. That’s me. But sometimes, I need to try to be like you. You looked so much prettier smiling than you would have, had you been scolding.
Sometimes, we all just need to smile. To not give a crap how others see our children. To not give a crap how others see us as Mums.
It made my heart burst with love just watching you smile. I can only imagine the effect that beautiful smile would had on your little one.
What a lucky little one you have.
So I just wanted to say to you Mammy, you rock.
You’re beautiful and you’re inspirational.
And thank you,
Another Mammy. xxxx
Tonight Mammy is hormental.
I’m coming to terms with the fact that even though I keep referring to Princess as The Baby, she is in fact, not a baby any more.
Tonight, I put my last one year old to bed for the last time.
In the morning, she shall be two.
A real number.
No longer counted in months… no more 18 months. No more “one and a bit”.
Nope. From tomorrow, she is TWO.
And someone needs to pinch me and explain how the HELL that happened?
In my head, she’s a Baby.
But more and more as I look at her, I’m getting reminded that she is in fact a little girl. She’s a toddler. She’s a kid.
Not a baby any more.
And while her dress for her 2nd birthday party is for aged 3, it doesn’t matter how big she gets, or how tall she gets, or how old she gets. She WILL always be MY Baby.
Maybe I’m emotional because I reckon she’s my last first; my Last first birthday. Last first shoes. Last first tummy bug. Last first tooth. She’ll be our last first day at school. Last first everything.
Does this make me sad? NOPE. But it does make me pay just a little more attention to these little lasts. I find myself memorising things. Watching a little more closely. Hugging a little tighter.
And while tonight should not be sad, because of course every year marks a celebration of life and of health… for some reason, I have a wee lump in my throat. I was teary putting her into her cot. I found myself watching her and savouring her more today. Maybe because of that last first.
How did she get so big? Where have those 2 years gone? If I close my eyes, I can still smell her as a new baby snuggled into me. I can still see her face as it was the second I met her. In my head, she hasn’t changed a bit. In reality, she’s thriving. And I thank my lucky stars.
Tonight, as I tuck them in, I have a five-and-a-half-and-three-quarter year old who will be 17 on her next birthday… and a Baby.
From tomorrow, I’ll have a five-and-a-half-and-three-quarter year old who will be 17 on her next birthday… and a TWOublemaker.
Let the fun begin.