"BWOK!"Many things in my life have coincided with *ahem* ‘the start of my cycle’.New jobs. Long haul flights. Heck, even my wedding day. I’ve coped quite well on most occasions. Well, apart from a ‘little’ crankiness (choosing to ignore any scoffs and guffaws from Busy-And-Important-Husband at this point).A few days ago I realised I was heading for yet another ‘clash of dates’: Christmas Day. And … [Read more...]
Archives for December 2011
The Babysitter
“Why are you wearing THIS?” three-year-old Little Fairy would demand as she’d whip open my dressing gown to reveal a dress that looked nothing like pyjamas.I was busted. “Are you going out mummy?” she’d quietly asked, bottom lip trembling.“Why can’t we come with you?” Boy-Who-Asks-Questions would wail, leaning against my legs, burying his toothpaste-covered face in my dress then tugging at the … [Read more...]
A mumma bursting
Yesterday I had an eye-welling, heart-swelling, over-zealous proud mumma moment. Boy-Who-Asks-Questions is nearly five now. He’s a bright spark, which means he looks deeply into things. His big brown eyes often reveal more worry and concern than a child his age should. For the past three years, every Friday afternoon I’ve dragged him and his little sister to the pool for swimming lessons. My heart … [Read more...]
A sister’s pact
Today an email popped into my inbox. It was from my friend and neighbour who I knew had been training for some kind of ocean swim. I just thought she was mad as I can't think of anything more difficult than swimming in the open sea.But then her story unfolded. As I scrolled down it touched me to the point that I had to share it here. If, like Michelle, you've been touched by cancer, perhaps you'd … [Read more...]
In the name of the mother
"Honey - there's something I need to tell you."I always knew I’d keep my ‘maiden’ name when I got married. Not because of my husband’s unusual Irish surname (although it could make you giggle if you say it fast 10 times).Not because of my feminist views (although I’m definitely not comfortable with the archaic concept of being ‘sold-off’ to another family). Not because of the paperwork (although I … [Read more...]