THE POWER OF SLEEP AND ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

It’s mid term break here, but only my son has the week off. Angel’s course continued through bank holiday Monday, Smiley was back on her post school programme on Tuesday and the appointments began again on Wednesday. On Thursday there was yet another birthday – they seem to come round faster every year…

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REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL 21.10.15

I’m not feeling it this week, with on-going worries about the children and new health and house worries. My regular blogging time has been co-opted for Mammy duties and life is once again resembling Groundhog Day so I have little inspiration. Now that I’ve actually written that, I’m expecting the blogging inspiration to flow…please?

In the meantime, some reasons to be cheerful.

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ANSWERING THE GREY QUESTION AND OTHER REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL

Is it okay to go grey? The feminist in me always thought so.

Until it happened to my hair.

Okay, so I know I’m not really grey, I just have silvery highlights and grey wings and for years I enjoyed being one of those women who didn’t dye her hair.  It was a great time saver too: home hairdressers have been tending to our tresses for many years – all four of us in one evening.

I used to dye my hair all the time when I was younger, from black to blue and every shade in between. It took a lot of time and effort. You could spend four hours at the hairdressers, and even more time at home boil washing the multi coloured towels and scrubbing walls and skin afterwards. I also see lots of poor dye jobs every day, on both women and men of all ages, and some women with fabulous shiny grey hairdos.

So I was kinda torn.

Perhaps getting my eyes done changed my mind, I could see the grey more clearly and in the name of self improvement and feeling better, dyeing my hair seemed like the next logical step. Then my hairdresser suggested it.

Six months later I finally decided to go ahead. There was the usual last minute child-related panic that nearly caused me not to bother. But I got there in the end, and was out – sans grey and fully caffeinated too – less than 90 minutes later.

I think I could get used to this!

So that’s my main reason to be cheerful for this week, but I have more…

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10 LESSONS FROM LASER EYE SURGERY

I was doing fine until I saw the chair. It looked like a dentist’s chair, except the surgeon would be operating on my eyes, instead of my teeth. This did not make me feel comfortable, in fact it made me want to run. But how could I back out now? I’d spent years thinking about laser eye surgery, and with a friend’s help, I’d finally found a surgeon I liked, who was also going to do the procedure for half the normal price..

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BLOOM, BOOKS AND BOYS

“I’m leeeeaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again!”

“I’ve gotta get outta this place, if it’s the last thing I ever doo.”

I was giddily humming these tunes rather too loudly as I left the house with Smiley, straight after breakfast. This rarely happens. Of course it wasn’t a jet plane, just my crappy Berlingo, but still it felt the same. The sense of freedom, the deserted roads (Bank Holiday Monday in Dublin) and off we went to the Phoenix Park for the Bloom Flower Festival.

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REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL 28.5.15

Calm is returning with the start of the secondary school summer holidays. The pressure is less, though I will need to offer lots of attractive alternatives to video games over the next three months. At the same time I must keep stomping on all those thoughts about how I think the summer should go. You know what I mean. Normal stuff: family outings, sport, fun in the sun, beach days, picnics, meet ups with friends, even holidays. So I’d say that reasons to be cheerful will be an absolute must for the next while! But I’m determined that this year I will focus on what we can do as a family, not on what we can’t.

HERE‘s what I came up with for this week.

Peaks and things beginning with ‘B’

It’s Thursday again, so it’s time for my reasons to be cheerful, hope you have some too.

Free Medical Services

In Ireland we don’t have a National Health Service, we have a multi-tiered health service, with some people paying almost nothing, some people paying a little, and some people paying a lot. Now that Smiley is an adult with her own small income, she is finally entitled to free health care.

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