It’s officially Christmas and I’m officially back on my heels after 3 days of horrid flu. It’s a long, long time since I’ve been forced to my bed for a few days, but I am up and ready to rock once again!
And what better way to start the final month of the year, but with an email from the prestigious eumom.ie with a link to their featured “Writer of the Month”… who just happens to be little old ME for the month of December!
I am so excited to be featured by eumom.ie and even more chuffed that it’s this month. I am taking it as a sign, a sign that after another crazy year of writing and blogging, I am on the right path. Where it will take me, I still don’t know, but it’s fun and it’s going somewhere… And I am ready to walk it, bumpy or not!
Here’s the link to my post. I hope you enjoy!
I’m off to Dun Laoghaire tomorrow for the Maternity & Infant Awards 2017. I’ve made it to the final 10 in the Parenting Blogger category and I couldn’t be happier!
I’m looking forward to it, but truth be told, I’m bricking it. 🙂
I have noooooooooooooooo idea.
I suppose a part of it is excitement. Actually, most of it is excitement. I’m going to meet bloggers and writers who I have admired and followed from afar for quite a while. I am quite proud to have even reached the top 10, to have my blog named alongside these writers is such an honour for me already. To meet them and put faces to the virtual characters will be fab.
“On a scale of Mum to Marilyn…”
What does one wear to an awards ceremony? The whole “What to wear” issue usually doesn’t bother me too much. I’m one of those people who will decide what I’m going to wear and even though I might change 389 times, I will end up back in the first outfit I’d chosen anyway. But this event has had me slightly stressed this week. Maybe because I don’t know any of the people I’m attending with. Maybe because I had a dream on Tuesday night that everyone else was dressed in chic jeans and blazers and I was dressed like a 1980’s toilet roll cover… (Could happen!)
There’s NOTHING in my wardrobe you know? Nothing!
So off I toddled to my buddy Rosie in Pure Boutique in Letterkenny . I was looking for something to fit into the dress code on the invitation, but then I spotted a dress and had an “I need that” moment, so although it is quite possibly way too dressy, I bought it. I may be closer to Marilyn than my usual Mum uniform, but it’s not very often we get to dress up during the day is it? And any excuse to be Glammy Mammied must be grabbed with both hands, mustn’t it?
I tried to convince my hairdresser Ciara in LK Hair Design to do my hair at 5am. Instead, she had a genius plan to make sure my hair looks less Worzelled than usual, so I’ve been summoned into her this evening to have curlers/rollers put in, like the glamourous wans off the tellybox. (I never understand why they have the curlers in but end up with straight hair? But it looks the part, so I’ll pretend I know what’s going on and go with it.)
I’m dragging The Him away from Jim for the day and he is coming with me. I needed a driver… and Himself to myself for a day. When we’re getting the chance to have a day of We-time, we’ll take it. The awards are taking place in the Royal Marine Hotel which looks amazing, so I’m looking forward to some chill out with him. It’ll be an early start on Saturday morning however as I have to hightail it back to Letterkenny to host the Donegal Youth Service fundraiser, the Afternoon Tea in Castlegrove House with my Buddy Joanne.
Sunday shall be spent on the sofa, watching The Polar Express and asking The Him if it’s too early for a Chilli Shaker every 15 minutes from 10am.
One of the other glammy Mammies tells me that there is food, fun and wine, so I’m sure than after a wee slug of rescue remedy, a slap of lippy and a glass of grapes, I’ll be grand.
If I win?… well I can’t even go there… We might need to have a party Mammies!? It would be such an achievement. But honestly, to even get to be at that table tomorrow and see my name in the top 10 is a huge personal achievement for me and “The S-Mum” already. I couldn’t be happier and it’s all because of you lot; My Mammy squad, whose comments and messages remind me every day to write and keep smumbling.
It’s going to be a busy one. Tonight will be spent packing bags and cleaning and organizing the whole world. I’ll be posting on my Instagram story tomorrow if you want to see what’s going on throughout the afternoon. Nerves aside, I shall pull up the big girl knickers and take a breath and drag my Donegal Backside to the Big Smoke to meet some Fablis bloggers tomorrow… There’s nothing else for it really is there!
Wish me luck! xxxxxx
Oh it’s time for Grapes…
Tonight, S-Mum did something really stupid…
Like, REEEEEEALLY fecking stupid!
“Would you like to write your Christmas Cards Mini-Me Dearest?”
I bought the cute little packet of cards weeks ago, thinking it would be so cute to let her write the cute little cards and give them to her cute little frineds. And the first few cards were indeed cute.
After No. 4, she got bored.
By No.6, her writing had gone from “impressive” to “WTF?”
By No.9., she’d decided she no longer needed the word “from”.
No.10 required 3 attempts because she feel out with the letter K and defaced each card in utter frustration.
Trying to write her teacher’s full name caused utter MELTDOWN at No.11 as it wouldn’t fit on the card width and so she now has the last 3 letters vertically down the side… (My eyes are bleeding… but there was more chance of Santa leaving Mammy a Chanel Handbag than there was starting THAT again!)
We eventually made it to No. 20something and she is now away to bed, only DELIGHTED with herself. 😅The cards are packed in her bag, ready for her to forget to give out tomorrow…
Mammy learned a few things also.😈
1. I don’t know how to spell some names.
2. Some Mums may be offended at how I think their Minion’s name is actually written.
3. I know we have forgotten at least 6 names, given that there are not the same number of cards as kids in her class, but I am not psychic, nor do I remember names anyway, so I don’t really know how to get around that one.
4. The handwriting genius that I smugly THOUGHT I had here, is NOT ACTUALLY a Handwriting Genius. In fact, as I opened some of the cards from her classmates this past week, my inner Soccer Mom was beginning to bubble and boil in a fucked up combination of jealousy and annoyance… “Why is her writing so neat? This one looks like one of my 5th years wrote it? Wtf is wrong with my Mini-Me?” Her lovely, and I thought accomplished, scrawl that I’ve proudly shown to Grannies and Aunties and anyone else who stands in front of me, in some cases looks like the signature of a shitfaced orangutan beside the BEAUTIFUL script of Miss Annabelle* or Master Simon*…(obviously I’m changing the names here!😂)
5. I need to work on her handwriting.
6. I should really get a list of the class names from somewhere.
7. Some children have better handwriting than my daughter.
8. But I bet their Mums spent 3 weeks drafting and redrafting their cards with them.
9. Or maybe, the mums actually WROTE the cards, just making them look a bit messy ajd childlike to pass them off as the handwriting of their minion to make other Mums like me freak the fuck out.
10. It’s time for wine. 🍷🍷
Did you choose red or white? 😚😚😚