Stay at home mammies don't work right?!

So now it's Rantday! I'm stay at home mammy or when asked what I do, I say nothing.  I don't work.  I "just" mind the kids and I "just" look after the running of the house.  Now my house isn't so big that it has an east and west wing etc but it does have a games room (the boxroom for most of us).  So one would imagine it's easy enough to keep clean.  Arse it is!  I must have about 6 laundry baskets at the moment in an attempt to streamline (ahhhh a word from my corporate working days) the project and make no bones about it....it is a project....a mahoosive, never bleedin ending one!  It's soul crushing when you think you've gotten to the end of a basket only for the chislers to lash in yogurt encrusted tops and poo marked knick knacks or worse still for himself to unload the contents of his swimming/football bags and your journey starts again.  And that's only the laundry.

The amount of dishes we use in this house is unreal.  My kids can't just take an apple out of the fruit bowl and sink their gums into it.  No, my kids need the apple peeled and then chopped and then put into a bowl. They don't like their beans on their plate with the rest of their food, they want it on the side in a bowl.  Ditto ketchup and gravy...on the side, in a bowl!  It's like living with a pair of Sally Allbrights (Sally from When Harry met Sally).
One likes her stew mushed till it's like baby food and you can't see the carrots anymore and the other likes her carrots to be peeping up at her from beneath the sea of murkiness.  One likes parmesan from a tin all over her pasta and the other one insists on fresh parmasen grated thinly over her pasta....but heaven forbid you give her penne....too soggy!  And you guessed it, the other one loves penne cos she can play eye spy through it.  It's a never ending day of demands.  And is usually the case with kids I've to stop this blog mid post as my youngest has done a belly flop onto my bed and bounced off onto the floor FFS!!!  This is the norm but she obviously wants attention so till next time dolls x

Doh!

So today my mam was in town and was talking to a woman we both know and the woman, without realising it, was telling my mam a story and I was the leading lady in this story of how I "devastated my ex by leaving him" and that I was "a beautiful looking girl but looks can be deceiving" and that I was a "total bitch".  Sweet baby Jesus my mam nearly keeled over with the shock.  She was so flumoxed she just turned on her heels and walked off.  Of course as she was walking away from the woman, she was already regretting not telling her who she was and sticking up for me.  I'm thrilled she didn't.  At the end of the day, who is this woman?  She's someone I know but don't care about so her feelings don't concern me.  My sisters and boyfriend were all so annoyed but not me.  Y'see I know I'm not a bitch.  I know what happened between myself and my ex as does he. This woman, doesn't!  She makes an assumption about what happened and formed an opinion.  She's entitled to do this.  She can share her opinion with everybody and there is nothing I can do about it. In my twenties, this would have bothered me but now, in my thirties all I can say is.....meh!!   Oh, and thanks for the compliment!

Dublin GAA

How do I put this without making me sound like a maniac!  I fupping LOVE it!  I've ALWAYS loved it.  However, I must be honest and admit to following the Royals (Meath) when I was younger as my Dad is a Royal and I used to go to Croke Park with him and I just shouted for whoever he shouted for. 

As I got older and got sense however, my allegiance switched to the county of my birth and that is where the obsession started.  I get so worked up over every single match be it league or championship, challenge or shield match.  If we lose, especially to Meath or Tyrone, a dark cloud descends on me for at least a couple of hours.  Last year when we lost to Cork, I was inconsolable because we had it.  It was there for the taking and we blew it by fouling needlessly.  One of the best atmospheres to be had it climbing the steps to Hill 16 and joining the rest of the blue army singing Come on You Boys in Blue.  The adrenalin flows and the heart races in anticipation of "could this be the year we do it"!?  Of course, every year we think this could be our year but sure how bad is that.  Hope....it's a wonderful feeling. So on the night before the beginning of another NFL......Up the Dubs!!!

Weigh In No.3

So last week was my third week.  I wasn't a bit optimistic at all cos I've had a weird sickness and I was picking at whatever took my fancy instead of stuff I knew I had to eat.  In my case it was Rich Tea biccies, not the worst of foods to be fair but still, not exactly diet friendly.  Also, I had my friend Nic Nac's birthday on the Saturday night where more than 5 (my self imposed allocation) martini's were consumed!  I resisted the urge to eat everything that wasn't nailed down the following day as the FEAR enveloped me but did have some chocolate that evening. 

The day of the weigh in came and I swear I felt like I was off to the gallows I was dreading it that much.  The class had 16 new members on top of 50 members already and each of them looked up when I screamed with delight when I realised I was 2.5lbs down.  I couldn't believe it.  You'd swear I lost half a stone in one go the way I was carrying on.  But it was my own personal little goal.  In 3 weeks, I've lost 7.5lbs and I couldn't be happier about it.  My original goal was to lose 2 stone in time for Dublin's first game of the GAA championship in June.  I've now revised that so that I lose a stone by 1st April as I have a wedding.  So that gives me 8 weeks to lose 14lbs.   Can I do it?  YES I CAN!