the journal of impossible things

In which I avoid avoiding.

Instead of the mindless scrolling I was forcing myself into, to “relax” and take a moment from a long list of tasks ahead of me, I decided to forcefully shut the apps, open the WordPress and write something after a long while. What is there to say? Not much, meme scrolling in the rare moments I have to myself when not event planning or organizing or going, I don’t know.

What I can put out there,…

Do you ever wake up with heart sickness? I don’t mean depression, a lot of us these days deal with that, but I mean a true ache in the tissues and fissures of your lungs and diaphragm? As if from some residual love in your dreams that was so strong, waking breaks your heart? Opening your eyes feels like your grip is slipping from something that all encompassed your soul, and your actual being…

Camping on the fly

Filipi and I learned amazing tips and tricks on the fly for a family camping roadtrip. The idea came to me last minute when I downloaded the Dyrt app, and after reading through scores of reviews of different campsites, National Park and otherwise, I realized it’s all SO simple even with a little one! I’ve been drooling over all those Pinterest camping photos (the POV of your feet hanging out of…

In which we encounter boys at the park.

At the park yesterday, Aoibhin equipped herself with a basket of “outside activities” as a means to attract other children at the park like a flock of glittering eyed magpies. Incidentally, it was all 4-7ish something year old boys that were roosting in the beginning hours, racing their scooters around at reckless speeds. One immediately stopped by and loudly introduced himself while taking my…

What does #culture mean in the age of DNA #ancestry?

This has been knocking about my brain for the past year now, after receiving my #DNA results, and thus having two rounds of updates since then as the pool of data has exponentially expanded, I’ve been parts not surprised and parts (mostly) in awe at how the oral narrative passed through my family has been at odds with what appears to be the…

A series of hurdles.

Sitting here drinking my Barry’s tea with stolen tea bags. Long story.

This week (not even a full week!) has been the most eventful, and I will share because what use is my blog but if not to shout into the void and provide a small amount of entertainment and perhaps shaudenfreude while I’m at it! You’re welcome, maybe?

Here I will interrupt your normal programming:

Gash in tire (you may remember…

Flat tires and tutus

It’s been quite a day. For a few days. It’s recital week! I am here for it as first time spectator dance mom- my teaching season being the summer intensive and the few months leading up until the big Irish show for St. Paddy’s season- so am happy to enjoy the other side witnessing my daughter’s precious moments of firsts.

That being said.. I am sweating CONSTANTLY, I’ve dropped about 250 easily…

It won’t take any great powers of deduction to guess what I’m writing about today. I needed a few days to process.. the Game of Thrones finale.

When I last wrote about it, I generally got the gist of the storyline direction, read here: I read the books., and seemed at peace with it… but I’m a big fat dummy liar, and most of what I understood ended up happening and GOT did it to me again because…

Eternity found in the back garden.

There are some days where home ownership is for the birds.

And there are other days when you find a new and powerful zen in the discovery of power-washing the walkways to psychotic perfection. I cannot even with the glorifying satisfaction, line by line, row by meticulous row, feet upon feet of dirty cement being obliterated into slow perfection.

I read a quote recently that said something along…

I read the books.

YES, I am the one who prefaces with, “Well, I read the books AND..”

If you guessed that I’m about to talk about Game of Thrones, then congratulations you are right about something in your life and win nothing.

That being said, NO. I did not read the books because I liked them. Sure, the writing is great! Only to pull me in again and again.. to make me hear my own blood pressure rising in my ears…

Motherhood.. is mostly a toddler schooling me.

I said I would write about the books that have all but taken over my brain space lately, but it’s Mother’s Day and it’s a given that the aforementioned brain will always be waxing poetical on the Art of Toddler Wrangling, or the Art of Learning from a Toddler. As any instamom, mom blogger, mom making a mad dash through the shop will tell you: toddlers are insane. They are loose cannons. Most…

Thanks for joining me!

So here I am, back to the writing. I’ve promised myself to write just a bit everyday. Some I’ll post, some I won’t, some will fit into some marketable curated theme, and most will not. They say (that ever-present, mysterious all-knowing THEY) if you want to write, write about what you know and all of the quotations and pep talks and advice has ranged from Hemingway’s “write…