To blog or not to blog that is the question.
I started this blog many moons ago and strangely enough I became distracted by life in general. Over the last few years the topic of me writing a blog has come up several times and every time, in typical self deprecating Irish fashion, my response was 'Ah sure who'd want to read me waffling on' but the more people who said it the more I taught 'Feck it' I'll give it a go.
Now I conveniently failed to mention to all these kind folk that around 3 years ago I had dabbled in the blogging world to the sum of 3 whole blog posts which were rather quickly deleted. So here I am again starting afresh.
I am a mammy, not a mom, mummy or mommy. No I am your typical Irish Mammy and I will very likely be blogging about the escapades of my kids. I have three little girls who I love dearly and who drive me insane all at the same time. My girls are not girlie girls. They are never clean, ever, no matter how much I wash their little faces and clean their little hands and change their little clothes, they find dirt. They are at their happiest running through fields, jumping in puddles, climbing and falling out of trees, playing football, running around like lunatics, making tents, giving each other jockie backs, jumping off hay bales or riding ponies. Their hair somehow manages to retain a look of 'Dragged through a hedge backwards' my middle girl famously told her Nanny that 'Mammy gave up buying us clothes, we just wreak them'. There is just over a year between my eldest girls and four years later our little bundle of trouble arrived. Never a dull day in our home.
My partner in crime/parenting is my handsome husband. He is the calm to my storm. We have been through so much together and good or bad days he is the voice of reason. He also over does it with sport. Football, GAA, Darts, Rugby, Tennis, Cricket, Athletics.. the fishing channel !
After my family and friends my next love/addiction/obsession that I will be waffling on about is Makeup and all things that come in pretty bottles. Love the stuff. Make up makes me look and feel great, Black circles caused by the aforementioned children, gone. Blotchy uneven skin tone, gone. double chin, gone. Cheekbones, returned ! Wonderful stuff. It also helps that my best friend is a Makeup Artist and we can lust after brushes, bottles and powders together.
Now,as I may of mentioned I have three wondrous little ladies. What I didn't mention is that my eldest daughter, the main instigator of their adventures, is a little bit extra fantastic. She, in her eight years so far on this planet, has changed me in more ways than I ever taught possible. She has taught me that perspective is everything. She has taught me real, proper patience. She has taught me gratitude. She has taught me when to stand up and fight and when to shut my mouth. She has shown me what it is to be brave and what a truly strong person is. She is spectacular. The reason for all this, is a little bitty extra chromosome. She has Down Syndrome.
I also have a dog who was a rescue dog. We got him as a pup and we were told he would be a small to medium size dog. They lied. He is a large to extra large dog. Somewhere between a black lab and a greyhound. He is also a bit of a hooligan. He jumps out of second story windows to play with the kids, scales 8 foot fences, but is terrified of little dogs. He got chased by a Chihuahua once and he has been beaten up by a Westie. True story.
So that is pretty much me. Topics will be varied, waffling will be often.
Till next time
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