“Mammy, is it my birthday yet?” has been one of the repetitive questions of the year. Little Miss is not impressed that she is still four and has been eagerly awaiting for her birthday. October is her favourite month. Its Halloween after all but more importantly her birthday.
In June, we visited our local country school. The school that will take Little Miss from junior infants at a tender age of four years eleven months all the way up to an inconceivable eleven years old and an added seven months. What kind of little girl will she be at the end of this journey? How tall will she be? Will she even sound the same as the baby voice swiftly disappears into the memories I play back in my head? How excited will she be? What new friends will she make? What plans will start forming in her head for what she wants to be when she gets older?
It goes without saying that giving a man a makeover presents a very different set of requirements and challenges when compared to the typical trip to a beauty salon. First of all, most men don’t even like the idea of a makeover, let alone being compliant enough to go along with it. Even if you can convince them to give it a try, you still have a mountain ahead of you, as a complete overhaul might just be in order. The process could take some creativity and maybe even a few life changes to see it through to the end, but your hubby or boyfriend will be glad he went along with it when he sees the end result. That being said, here are the four areas you’re going to want to focus on first.
On the back of yesterday’s post about the term blogger being a dirty word, I thought it would be apt to follow up with a blogger tips post about the dirtiest of dirtiest of blogging things. Working with brands! I don’t do a hell of a lot of collaborations because one, they’re time consuming and two, they’re not always relevant. Generally when I do a blog post about a brand or product, I don’t get paid, I’m gifted the item and every opinion I have on that product is mine. If you’re a blogger and want to know how to get in with brands, my advice is to start small and build your way up.
Mommy Blogger is even worse! I’m not the first to admit it and I dare say I won’t be the last but when someone asks if I’m a blogger, I cringe a little. Blogger is a dirty word! Lately, I’ve been invited on to the auld radio to chat to the lovely people based on some of my articles in the auld newspapers, and if I’m introduced as a blogger rather than a freelance writer, euuggghhh, my insides churn a little. Not that I’m embarrassed to write a blog but rather for the misconceptions that come with being a “blogger”.
I am absolutely, unequivocally not embarrassed or ashamed to hand over the iPad to Little Miss and let her have some R&R with Netflix. The kid spends most of her day running around and practicing parkour on our sofa that she deserves a little downtime. They say “teach a kid how to netflix and your sorted for life!” Well little Miss knows how to Netflix better than me. Here are her top 5 (which we tough to round down to five) shows on Netflix at the moment. Read more
I’ve been feeling a little guilty since the weather turned to the normal dull grey, light winds and drizzle that we’re used to. The heat killed me. Sucked my energy dry and when the kids didn’t want to go outside I signed a whopper sigh of relief. But now I’m thinking we should have taken advantage of that glorious sunshine! I had good intentions of course but blistering heat changed my mind. The
death trap trampoline saw fewer bounces and the chickens grew lonely. The garden in turn grew wild! But I did get the green fingers out and convinced Little Miss to do some gardening and spruce up a few bushes with me. Was she impressed? Not particularly but the “muddy bits were fun!”
I’ve had quite a few people contact me in the past few months asking for advice on how to start Freelance Writing. Obviously, I’m no expert considering I am technically only doing this since January. But I didn’t simply dive in on the 1st day of the year. Becoming a freelance writer has been a work in progress for quite some time and I’ve learnt a few things along the way.
You may remember how, in all my winter excitement, I convinced my parents to join us on our summer holidays this year. In January began our hunt for a relaxing retreat away on a secluded but beautiful spot of Ireland. Low and behold a Wexford self catering house awaited us in Kilmore Quay. It may be weeks away, but I’m already thinking about what to pack. In my head we’re going to the Algarve and expecting 25° heat. The holiday essential list is long. Getting longer by the minute when I add in the favourite toys and books which can not be forgotten alongside the mountains of clothes which need to be brought. As you can see, I’ve mostly been thinking about what the kids need but there are a few more holiday essentials we all end up forgetting.
It doesn’t seem like I hang around my own blog too much anymore but trust me it’s always on my mind. I’ve been one of these buzzy bees or more like an annoying blue bottle bouncing off the walls and windows, trying desperately to find a way out to that fresh air. I can not sit still. My mind is constantly on the go between the kids, the house and my writing. Seven months into freelancing and I’ve discovered a pertinent truth to this career. I need a damn diary. Preferably one with an automatic entry from my brain. Oh yes, I need a telepathic diary.