Archive for February, 2018

Growing Up

February 8, 2018

Its been a pretty long week of adulting in the house this week. And if there’s one thing I can say about adulting, its exhausting and not at all fun (technically 2 things). We’ve had grown up/heated conversations with most of the scary professions this week. Accountants, bank managers, insurance scammers advisors and tax consultants.  My brain is fried and I want nothing more to do with anything grown up. So over it all. Ironically, this weekend is all about growing up. Cullen is about to turn 4!! Saturday is his birthday, so Saturday we will party like a bunch of aging toddlers. Cullen is so excited. The countdown to his big day has felt long. He’s been talking about it since before Christmas. Now at last, the day is almost here. In between all of the adulting, I’ve been doing all the final preparations for his party. Cullen has been very specific about the type of birthday he wants, and was allowed to make all of the decisions. Now he’s seeing it all come together he’s literally bouncing off the walls with excitement. He can’t wait to celebrate with his friends.

Busy with other things this week, I didn’t pick up my camera, not once. But as I’m in the throws of playing catch up on our family albums, I came across these photos of the boys from their gymnastic class a couple of months ago that I never got around to sharing. Its from a presentation evening, where the kids get to demonstrate for their parents, the various skills they’ve learned. And at the end of the presentation, medals for everyone.

A Day Of Disappointments

February 4, 2018

I’m writing tonights blog post to the soundtrack of the Super Bowl. The Husbands team, The New England Patriots, is once again playing and they are losing. Now, The Patriots are notorious for this, taking all of their fans to the brink of heart failure, only to pull some play magic out of their arses in the final seconds. So I refuse to get dragged into their emotional rollercoaster of hell. My rhythmic breathing, essential oil diffusing and camomile tea (just kidding, I’m on my 2nd glass of wine) are keeping my emotions stable.  And for the safety of our marriage, The Husband and I are watching in separate rooms. He’s not himself when the Patriots play. More of a weird psychopathic beast with an uncontrollable back and forth rocking urge. Random outbursts of abuse and love are at the same angry volume. At any moment, from a fully seated position, he can suddenly eject himself off the couch and kiss the ceiling with the top of his stressed out head. To be on the receiving end of an embrace will leave you wondering if you just got punched or hugged. His intensity is too much for both of us to be in the same space.

In other disappointing news, today I was to run in the annual Hot Chocolate 15k, only to realize a couple of weeks ago that it was the same weekend The Husband was in New York for the Millrose Games and his flight back didn’t land til late Sunday morning, where as the 15k start time was 7.40am. So being the responsible mother that I am, I chose to not leave the boys to take of them selves while I ran the downtown streets of Atlanta. But we did show up to support my running partner and good friend Mike as he and thousands of other runners braved the early morning monsoon style rains.

I had initially decided not to take the boys downtown to cheer for Mike, the rain was that bad. But as the morning wore on, it had decreased to what we Irish would refer to as a simple “dirty day”. And on dirty days, we get on with shit. So there we were scanning the runners looking for Mike.


These runners are dressed for the weather.

A little puddle play while we wait.

Spotted, Mike.

Supportive cheers and high-5’s.

So happy they got to see him.

Its just so hard to resist a puddle.