On Happiness…

It’s my birthday today, and I am really really REALLY happy.

I am happy because:

This is my first birthday in two years that have not been ‘ah god, poor Ciara really needs a good day after the last few months’. It is BLISSFULLY uneventful. The boys are wrecking my head, pouring flour onto the flour, and pushing each other’s faces into it. We just got back from Lidl, where I intended on buying lots of sensible ‘dinner’ things, but instead bought two bags full of SHIT. I bought Magdalenas, because they remind me of a summer in Barcelona. I bought roasted almonds because I LOVE them, but never buy them, because they are too expensive. I bought chocolate biscuits GALORE. And have hidden most of them away, in case I get a giant attack of the munchies later.

Also, the mini heatwave has made me quite brown, which in turn, make my man arms look a little skinnier, and thus, I am able to wear a sleeveless dress without fear of a wibbly-eyed look from someone later on.

Another reason I am happy is because this weekend I slept quite a lot. Given that my bedmate (1 year old Mikey) is a fan of NOT SLEEPING, EVER, this has given me a giant boost of non vitamin B-related energy.

Mostly, I am happy because one week ago I got to go AWAY ON A HOLIDAY. To London. To visit my sister, who I ADORE. For three days, I lived the life of a twenty something year old. I drank Pimms. I saw a jazz band. I went to the Lady Ponds of Hampstead Heath. I saw one of my best friends ever for Sunday drinks in a pub that was teeming with sun-kissed people who had not a child between them. It took me a week to stop feeling like a toxic wasteland, but the inner boost it gave me will go on for at least six months. I felt ALIVE. In a way completely different to the way that I do around my kids. In a way that I forgot I could feel. And that was the best birthday present ever, really.

So, today I am HAPPY. And I am excited for the next year. I hope, now that the boys are slowly coming out of the hardcore baby stage where they want to crawl all over me, and pull my hair and expose my boobs in the supermarket (a new, and most disturbing turn of events), that I will be able to write more. Because I have really really missed it.

So, chin chin to me. I am raising my imaginary glass of Pimms to myself. And the fact that no matter what happens, I will never be famous enough to be chased by paparazzi like what looks to be my birthday twin, the new royal baby.

(KATE MIDDLETON, THE MUMS OF THE WORLD ARE SENDING YOU HUGS AND KISSES AND WILLING THOSE VILE PRESS PEOPLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR VAJAYJAY).

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About Ciara McDonnell

Ouch My Fanny Hurts was born in the late stages of my first pregnancy. I was sick and tired of everyone going on and ON about how brilliant it is to be pregnant, when actually, lots of it was quite crap really. And, my fanny hurt a lot. So, I decided to tell the truth about my experience while I was pregnant, and the journey I have been on since, as our little fella grew a little bigger, and we brought our second son into the world in what turned out to be fairly scary circumstances. It’s my story, and I am delighted to share it.
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7 Responses to On Happiness…

  1. Caítríona says:

    Happy Birthday GORGEOUS!

  2. Joanna says:

    Happy Birthday……Delighted it is so so happy, cheers!

  3. Maud says:

    I am intrigued by these Lady Ponds. Are they ponds full of ladies on the heath? Were you immersed in the pond, or did you just watch? Was it a religious experience? (I’d say it was.)

    So happy you’re having the birthday you richly deserve. And if you want to lash into all those choccie bickies at once, I’d say go for it. It’s your birthday.

    • You would love the ponds. They are swimming holes hidden amongst all these trees where wimmin go to swim. Now I, being the cautious lady that I am wouldn’t go in, for fear of wiggly things such as water rats, but there were hundreds, and I mean HUNDREDS of women of all shapes and sizes jumping in for a splash. It is very Jane Austenish, but has lots of rules, like no talking TOO LOUD, no smoking, no drinking etc. I spotted the rule breakers immediately, particularly this one woman who was sitting on her own slying gin and bitter lemon into a coffee cup. The rule breakers were my favourite. I have to say though, the men’s pond looked like craic central. Lots of whooping and willy waving, whereas the lady’s one was vereeee refined. As you
      do.

  4. Jane Barry says:

    Fabulous post has me smiling my head off : ) Happy Birthday to you, enjoy : )

  5. eims says:

    I adore you too! Happy birthday to the best sister I could ever wish for. 😀 Xxx

  6. office mum says:

    happy birthday! I too have a sister in London who drinks Pimms so I’m thinking that based on your fabulous trip I might need to do something similar. Chin chin indeed!

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