Winning most entertaining blog at last weekends inaugural Irish Parenting Blog Awards. I was really surprised and delighted to win most entertaining blog. I now have a bit of the fear I will never be entertaining again. Obviously I was unable to give an entertaining acceptance speech and instead mumbled something about not being funny and a thank you. So now I am comfortable back behind a screen, thank you IPB for the award and to my family for allowing me to over share on a regular basis.
It was a brilliant night. Funny, friendly, good food, great company, goodie bags, alcohol, everything you could want. Well done to everybody involved and all the other winners. Rock star’s the lot of you.
On Wednesday I had an appointment in town. The five-year old insisted on coming with me. She passed the time by counting the Yes and No posters for the upcoming marriage referendum as we drove through town. Loudly. Even at five she is incredulous that there needs to be a referendum to allow people to marry whom ever they want. Says it all really. She stopped her counting to give me all her opinions, I expect to see her on Primetime in the future. The highlight of her poster counting came when we stopped in traffic outside Pantibar. She is confident of a yes result.
We stopped for a sneaky bag of chips in Beshoff’s ( best chips in Dublin) on the way home and ate them straight from the paper on the double yellows with the hazards on, her first political analysis and her first time experiencing Beshoff chips on the one days, a good day.
My house is a tip. Still. At no stage this wake did I wake up with incredible housekeeping skills. I keep hoping will happen. Still dreaming big……….
Head lice has been raging through one of my children’s class for months now. I thought the Easter break had finally ended their relentless march. A note came home from school yesterday. They march on. Fuckers.
I have been watching, years after everyone else, The Good Wife on Netflix. Binge watching for the last month. Because I am watching it years after everyone else I was unaware of any spoilers ( of which there is one coming so if you plan on watching it don’t read on). So I innocently got into bed on Weds night, put on my headphones and lay down to enjoy the tiny bit of quiet time I get every day and Will was shot and is dead. Bereft. All the memories of Billy dying in Ally McBeal came flooding back and another fictional American lawyer bought it in a courtroom.
I cried ugly tears just as I did twenty years when Billy died. Sobbed. Like a loser. I woke up the next morning troubled which is pretty sad since again its a fictional character. I don’t see why he had to die. It was grim. It wasn’t even good crying. Good crying is Annie. When Daddy Warbucks joins in on The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow, they are good cathartic tears. Will dying, ugly tears. I am not really over it and clearly detached from reality. Speaking of Annie, have you seen the new one? I thought I would hate it, I loved it. I am going to watch it again this weekend and cry.
So yes, the good was better than the bad this week. I have been looking for an excuse to sign off on something, anything with award-winning, I was tempted to sign one of the homework copies with it this week but restrained myself . I can’t restrain myself anymore,
From an award-winning blogger ( who is lice free by the way to any of the other bloggers who are now worried that may have hugged me or where sitting near me last week, lice free but obnoxious and award winning)
How was your week?