Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh

I’ll admit, I had something different in mind for this post.  Maybe some music, or stories.  However, WordPress and my wonky internet connection haven’t been playing nice.  So you’re getting this.

I know, I know, you are going to assume I’m awash in shamrocks, dyeing everything as kelly green as possible while wishing everyone “top of the morning!”.*

You’d be wrong.

I’m actually feeling very low key about St. Paddy Celebrations this year.  Probably because I’m tired.  Children of mine – who will remain nameless – refused to go to sleep in a timely fashion last night, despite me being awake for the day at 5:30 am.  I may buy some green frosted cupcakes, to win some “Good Mom” points.

I did keep our yearly tradition of “Well shoot, we don’t have anything green to wear really, do we?” scavenger hunt.  The teen boys at this point don’t care about keeping it green, but they happened to have an outgrown green shirt to loan to their sister.  Maura refused to wear anything but her new My Little Pony shirt (Pinkie Pie trumps all) but did allow the Irishy-ribboned pony tail holder.

This morning though was full of games like…

– Find the Missing Shoes (I lost)

– Child Bribery

– Find the Puddle with your Bare Foot (I won)

– Name that School Rule (no child, you can’t make a sign offering people Guinness to bring to school, that’s called “promoting alcohol”)

– Coffee (I’m on Round 2)

I’ll be honest, by 8 am, having a drink seemed slightly appealing.  But then I wouldn’t be able to drive, and I must be able to drive to buy  more food for my teenagers to fight over.  Yes, I lead a life full of glamour, I do.


* or the record – I only heard “Top of the morning!” once in Ireland, while on one of the Aran Islands – and I’m still not sure if the older woman was just taking the piss out of us tourists.