Since birth I have drilled it into mine to have good manners. Please and thank you before and after everything nearly to the point of overkill. I do think basic manners seem to be going out of style. For me it’s an accessory that’s timeless.
As with everything in life, there’s a certain amount of evolution required. Like it or lump it we are moving further and further away from human interaction and more towards electronic communication. This doesn’t mean that manners have to go out the window it just means they need to be adjusted.
I understand that not everybody has their device in their hands all the time. I don’t think that a text or an email requires an immediate response. People are busy. I get it. However when you see the person you have text commenting on competitions for a new carpet on the stairs and not answering your question, that’s just rude. Continue reading “Are Manners Gone Out Of Fashion?”
For years my support system has scoffed at how much screen time I’ve allowed my kids. I didn’t buy into all the hype that it ‘changed’ them. Stories in mags comparing it to heroin for kids made my eyes roll so far back I could see yesterday. My logic was that if they weren’t watching the Ipad they would be watching the T.V. so whats the difference?
I conducted a little experiment and reduced the amount of screen time significantly to see if it indeed had an effect on my children’s behaviour. I have no problem admitting this.
I was very wrong.
The less time my children had with their computers, they were like different people. Less computer time made for more cooperative, level headed and just nicer kids. When they had it they became scowling, argumentative and irrational little shits. Continue reading “Logan Paul you Twat!”
I wasn’t the world’s most successful breast feeder. I fed all three myself for a while but nowhere near as long as I longed to. I was so adamant that I was breast feeding my first that I didn’t even buy bottles. Bad luck meant that my precious son became ill at four days old and this hampered any and all efforts. I fed number two the longest for a sum total of 6 weeks. The princess got a fortnight bless her. I think if my experience with breastfeeding had have been more positive the first time around I would have lasted longer. However long I did it for I am very glad that I did.
I am an advocate for breastfeeding. I think it’s an amazing privilege to feed your offspring. Continue reading “Would You Let Another Woman Breastfeed Your Child?”
We all have a story to tell. I’m sure my life is no harder than anyone else’s. However there were a few years there where I thought I could do with a little break from the doom and gloom. At the end of each year I was glad to say goodbye and always hopeful that the following year would be better. It often failed to live up to my hopes.
This year was different. There were no crises, no deaths and no drama. If there were I have them all forgotten and the overriding thought is that it was a good one. I got through my course with all family members still alive. The children are healthy and thriving. What more could you ask for? Continue reading “Farewell 2017”
Parenting when you are no longer in a relationship together is difficult. This is especially the case at Christmas time. Along with the presents and the grub Christmas is about family. It brings people home from foreign lands and you visit and talk to people you might not have done for the whole year. We all have that one Grandaunt somewhere. So when your family is not the traditional model you have to change the way you approach things. This will by my fourth Christmas as a single Mammy so I’ve learned a few things over the years.
The first Christmas I was on my own I spent the day crying. Continue reading “Sharing at Christmas”
I’ve written in the past about not having any male friends. Well that statement is not entirely true. I have male friends. I just don’t have any male friends that I haven’t kissed!!! There has been at some point in our friendship, a blurring of the lines so to speak. I attribute this inability to maintain clear lines to an all female education. I could attribute it to the fact that I’m irresistible but I gave up delusions of grandeur for Lent and never went back.
I remember a married man making contact with me a couple of years ago through Facebook. Not a friend so to speak but someone I had chatted to many times. When I saw the name pop up my mind flooded with motives. Not many of them had innocent intent. Turns out he liked my writing and hoped to write himself so just wanted a meeting of minds so to speak.
I was saddened by my jump to a sexual conclusion.
I felt that I had taken his character almost. I apologised to him in my head and vowed to be less suspicious. It did uncover an infinite number of questions about friendships between women and men. Continue reading “Women and Men Can’t Be Just Friends”
There are many minutes of many days where I’m so frustrated I feel as though my brain might explode.
Sometimes this is because of my own inaction. I don’t have the clothes ready or I’ve to stop at the shop for a snack that should have been in my cupboard.
Othertimes it’s the behaviour of the children. Their laughs just a little loud. Their needs just a little too much. Three can be too much child.
Then all of a sudden there’s a fleeting moment. A moment where it all comes together. Their clothes fit. There’s no wax crawling out of their lobes heading for the face. Continue reading “Snapshot”
I’m going to write a children’s book. It’s going to be a collection of short stories called ‘Tales from the Toilet Seat’.
What ever it seems to be about children. And I know it’s not only mine. The most urgent of requests. The story that just can’t wait a minute to be told. That drawing that I need to see right now. All coincide with my trips to the loo.
When my mother comes over the first thing I do is run up to use the loo for the sheer luxury of doing it alone. No matter how many times I ask for privacy it falls on deaf ears.
So now it’s become the norm. I check homework. I button up clothes. I brush hairs and I snap chat all from my throne on a daily basis. It’s not pretty but it’s the way it is.
I remember the luxury of the days sitting on the loo reading magazines until my legs went numb. Praying they wouldn’t go from under me as I used the bath to prop me as I regained some sort of feeling.
Now it’s in quickly, pleading for privacy and exit with the niggling feeling that you are not quite finished. So from my throne to yours ( if you are reading this on the loo that is ) Have a great weekend.
For those of you who don’t know, I am based in the Medieval Capital of Ireland. That’s Kilkenny! As with towns and city’s across the world huge efforts are put into making sure that Kilkenny is an attractive place to visit. Luckily we have the year round attractions from Kilkenny Castle to The Smithwicks Experience to keep people more than entertained.
However, that wasn’t enough for us here in The Marble City. We wanted to make Kilkenny’s shine even brighter and came up with the fantastic initiative of Yulefest. Last year was it’s inaugural schedule and it kind of snuck under the radar for the most part. This year there’s no missing it. Continue reading “What is Yulefest?”
I’m doing my best to instill confidence in my children. I don’t want to rear cocky know it alls that think they are better than anyone else. I want them to be quietly confident in who they are. I point out their good attributes and reinforce the notion that it’s what you know…. not what other people say. I want them to have a strong sense of who they are.
I want them to know that their value is not found in the opinions of others.
All very noble idea’s I’m sure you’ll agree. The problem is the bad stuff seems to stick better than the good stuff. We are living in a critical age. Everything seems to be open to the opinions of others. Nobody seems to realise that there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Continue reading “Why is the bad stuff easier to remember?”