AoifeOCarroll's Blog

Most of us have been paid; the end of January is nigh; and wonderful spring is just around the corner. However, many of us are still clinging to our New Year’s resolutions, persisting in the myth that we are actually still keeping up our virtuous lifestyles. However, the evidence suggests otherwise. If any of the following apply to you, it is time to face reality and enjoy life without the pain...
Last updated: 30/01/2017 by AoifeOCarroll
After my third child reached 12 years of age, I thought my baby days were over, but I had reckoned without the persuasive powers of my second child. One dog is enough, I insisted. I’m working, you’re in school, I reasoned. You’re going to college in two years. You’ll have to walk him and feed him and look after him. All very reasonable arguments. So why do I now have an eight-week-old...
Last updated: 21/12/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
At tea break the other day, one of the women I work with recounted the trials she went through to secure a Hatchimal for her daughter for Christmas. (Note to those without children under ten: A Hatchimal is a Furby-like bird that pecks its way out of a plastic egg once it gets attention. More on Furbys below). She did track one down eventually in T.K. Maxx, so now Christmas has been salvaged...
Last updated: 22/11/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
By the time child number three arrived and helped to redress the gender balance in our house, I felt sure I had mastered the whole parenting lark. I had already endured the terrible twos, threes, and fours with a brace of boys, so raising a girl was going to be fairy cakes and princess costumes all the way. After all, I had been a girl myself in the distant past, so how hard could it be? And, to...
Last updated: 26/10/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
I don’t usually give much thought to the pictures of jubilant teenagers on the front of newspapers every August and September, except to wonder why anybody would do nine exams for their Leaving Cert or 12 Junior Cert subjects... And I will also make a mental note to give Town a wide berth that evening to avoid the reek of fake tan and the sight of several hundred bare legs squeezed into denim...
Last updated: 20/09/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
The Olympics may well be over, but after following it this year, what’s impossible to escape about the Games (when you get past the doping and corruption) is the absolute dedication and discipline of each athlete who makes it this far. It is tempting to dismiss the ones that come last in their heats, fall over, or struggle to finish – until you remember that these people make your average...
Last updated: 29/08/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
Being a mother has never been easy; parents have always had to worry about things like keeping their children fed, healthy, and educated. What I didn’t think they had to concern themselves with (until now) were the implications of showing affection to their sons and daughters. In fact, thinking back on my own childhood, showing affection was not something parents gave much attention to at all...
Last updated: 21/07/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
The sky is a colour usually seen only in holiday brochures, topless lads are turning pink, and sales of 99s are flying. Yes, it is exam season. The weather has obliged us by putting on a magnificent display, just as those who should be enjoying it most are stuck inside panicking over past exam questions. Well, I suppose some of them are. We have the Junior Cert this year. I almost said “only...
Last updated: 23/06/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
I have always worked while rearing my children. For most of those 18 years, I’ve worked from home, but soon I’ll be in an office 20 miles away, and flexitime is not an option. This is of little consequence to the older two, whose awareness of my presence correlates to the supply of clean socks and pizzas in the house. The youngest is an entirely different story, however. This is a girl who...
Last updated: 25/05/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
I have been a mother for almost 19 years, and during that time there is one question I have been asked at least once by all three of my children. It has nothing to do with the origin of babies, the identity of Santa Claus, or why that lady sitting right in front of us on the train has hair growing out of her nose. The one thing that seems to bother all of them is whether he or she is my favourite...
Last updated: 28/04/2016 by AoifeOCarroll
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