Easter Weekend Report

Travelling

Glee is the only word to describe the four, newly but temporarily free adults that sped to the airport on Easter Saturday. Sipping coffee while waiting for the plane we all reminised on care-free days where such indulgences were more commonplace. A quick scoot around duty-free to pick up a last minute lip-stick provided a few laughs. It is these ordinary things that can give so much pleasure. An event-free flight finished with greetings from a loved one at the airport and then on to begin our preparations for this wedding.

Wedding

I never saw bride so nervous as she made her way up the aisle. Squared on each side by her teenage sons, her nerves belied the sureness that brought her to this decision. The loving glances of her groom willed her on her way towards him and once in his arms, a shy smile reassured us all that her ordeal was over and only good things were to follow.

Vows and poems, rings exchanged, kisses....ah yes!

I love the kiss after wedding vows. I think that people should clap and cheer and renew the kisses they gave each other on their own day because it is the universal seal. Champagne, canapes, talk and photos followed and of course a wedding 'breakfast'. I haven't heard this word since the days that my Mum would recall her wedding day. Dancing was recommended but most people retired to the bar to catch up on each other.

Our Time

Spending a few days with Dear Husband's Mum's family is always a pleasure. Cousins gave us meals and entertained us with witty discourse. We loved having time to enjoy each other in the heart of a warm, extended family but our three Treasures were never far from our thoughts and even closer to our conversation. I think I knew that this would be the case.

Easter Weekend

Goodbye to cousins

I waved goodbye to a dear sister this morning. Thanks to her gorgeous children there has been noise, laughter, shrieks, arguements, PS3 absorption, mess, constant feeding frenzies and it was just lovely. Smiling faces, dirt covered knees, football challenges, dolly games. What more could you ask for?

Weekend away

That dotie pet, my sis, has taken my 3 children to her home in Limerick. Dear Hubby and I are going to a wedding in the UK and she is looking after our precious babies. I hope that she is not dead by Monday from overwork. Despite several failed efforts, this is DH and I's first attempt to take some time away together without the children. First in 10 and a half years. I sit here in a bit of a daze. It is quiet, so quiet. My bag is packed and I am actually wondering what I should do now???

Old home videos

Recently a friend of ours converted my old videos to DVD and we had some sessions going through the content with the children. Oh my! What a treat I had. Apart from the children loving these snapshots from the past, I was transported back to some of the happiest times in our lives...boys squawking as babies, first attempts to eat a meal, pulling themselves up to cruise furniture, wobbly first steps....even loose teeth. On film, the warmth and very obvious joy as I spoke words of encouragement to the children was a timely reminder of how precious these children are and re-awoke in me a new determination to appreciate their place in our lives every day.

Unfortunately, the tape that was stolen with our original camcorder confirmed that it was the only tape we had of No3. Hence, we now have no early film of her. Considering the pleasure garnered from the footage of No1 and No2, I feel quite sad about this fact.

Holidays

What are Easter holidays with cousins made of?

Waking up with toes in your face; smallies up with the lark; adults luxuriating in bed; coffee at 11; PJs until 12; cosy cuddles; happy shrieks, cousins swopping clothes; hairstyles by 3 year olds; lunch at odd times; muddy boys; rosy cheeks; loved-up dollies; mayhem at mealtimes; Mummies turning blind eyes.....

Ready for visitors

I just love that feeling you get when the fridge is stocked to capacity, the sheets are clean on the beds and some people we love are on their way to stay with us.

My sister and her brood of three boys and one girl are coming to hang out with us for a few days. Single parenting together I guess. We have a child each to match each other, bar one. Our No1s are boys and 10 and 9, our No2s are boys and both 6, to our amazement our No3s are girls and aged 3 and 4. Her No4 has no matching cousin and nearly 2....a matter of great concern for my two boys who really felt that Hubby and I should do the decent thing and get a match for this little wobbler. The great debates that they launched on this matter made sense but Hubby's army career threw cold water on the whole idea. I guess this army wife just could not stretch to it. Sorry kids!

My sister is quite a girl. Mummy to four kiddies, wife and Medical Consultant. All this makes life pretty hectic but I stand back in awe as she manages it all.

She is the older of my two (younger) sisters and she is always the one to point out the obvious to me. I value this honesty and while it has shaken me from time to time, I have always benefitted from the look in the mirror.

The kids will have great fun together - getting muddy, running, joking, laughing, squeezed together in beds at night with us two hollering "go to sleep" at least a hundred times before we huddle up in the living room with a glass of whiskey or wine and analyse life.....

Hilary Term Review

Desk cleared, cookery room sorted, pupils despatched off home....the Easter holidays are here.  The Hilary Term (term after Christmas as it is called at Trinity College) is always the most demanding.   Mock State Exams and preparing 3rd year students for their practical cookery and craft exam usually has me in a heightened state of stress.  I have high ambitions for my pupils but increasingly, they resist the work required.   It is madness that I find myself in a position where they think they are doing ME a favour if they follow some instuction that boosts their marks at the test.  However, I do find it difficult to stand back and watch them make terrible decisions i.e. not to do their work.  I teach at a school where most students clock out at 3:30pm and do not think about school until assembly the next morning.  Homework is largely not done; notes that you carefully copy for them are casually lost.  I like teaching.  I always enjoyed my pupils but I have learned that this is conditional.  Conditional on them having some interest in interacting with my subject.

I have been asking myself how I could manage if I decided to take a break from teaching.  My life would be quite full even without a full-time job.  I know that family life would benefit enormously from me being at home for a while.    I actually want to be at home myself.  No1 will not go to the childminder as he wants to play with his friends after school. Fair enough.  No2 thinks now that he is too big for the childminder and increasingly is whinging about why I have to go to work.  No3 is still small enough to be quite happy in her routine.  So 2 out of 3 are unhappy about me in the workplace.  My husband is away so much that I have no time to myself so being at home would give me the mornings to exercise, to do some home crafts, meet friends.  Live a little.  My students think that I am cranky and over-zealous despite the many hours that I put into school work.

What keeps me in the work-place is money.  There would be absolutely no spare cash and we would struggle fairly severely if we were living on just one income.  Is this a good enough reason?  Quality of live versus quantity of income....and I am afraid to take that leap.....

I I Ilove taking photos. I adore taking photos of people. When I get good photos of my children it makes my heart soar. On this trip to a local wood the kids just had a blast. No2 was screaming with excitement at the potential of clambering around such a place. The colours were wonderful. My little wood nymphs came home with rosy cheeks. Beautiful.