Midget Wrangler rides again.



Once upon a time there was a girl who thought she was a woman and that she had something worth saying that people would want to listen to, eventually she got over herself and realised she knew feck all, she gave up writing about her life and got busy living it….THE END

But the universe had other ideas and decided that this silly girl deserved some real drama in her life, not the debate over greengrocer or ALDI or the disgrace that is the denial of women’s sexuality in Ireland , not even how to get on with your ex husband in ten easy steps, no!

The universe decided to throw a bomb at this girl.

On Thursday 29th January 2015 my youngest son Oscar was diagnosed with cancer, and all my foolish talk and ridiculous opinions became redundant and my life became very real and very frightening.

The photo above is of me, Midge today, aged 44 wrinkles and stress acne, premenopausal woman, I don’t think i have anything interesting or important to say but I would like to talk about what the last few years have been like for me and my family.




End of an era….

My son who is twelve had his graduation from primary school tonight, I am finding it difficult, bear i mind that I have three other children, and my mantra tends to be “you aren’t the first and you won’t be the last”, then I am surprised that I was moved at all!

My eldest started school (in Clonskeagh) on the 1st of September 2003, I managed to just make it having had a very early scan in Holles street for his 16 week old sister that morning, I hated the school, I cried in my then husbands arms for an hour, we then moved to Kildare, everyone was buying a house in the suburbs it seemed like the in thing! My son started in junior infants, he moved up a notch, within a year we couldn’t embrace our roots, and we moved back to Dublin, my son started in guardian Angels National School and it was a match made in heaven!

Mr C who is the Principal is great, scary but fair! My  kids love the school, it is about learning but learning within your own boundaries, my son ‘s graduation tonight was also the graduation of the first Downs Syndrome child they have had through  the whole system, and he was in my sons class, and lived on our street and he added a lot to my son’s education!

I am a separated mum, so tonight was ready with its problems, do I ask my ex? Do I bring my partner? Do I go alone?

I went with my mum, my partner and my dad (with my sundry children) were in my place doing the garden!Obviously my eldest son was there, he was actually playing a woman in the end of year play, he was fantastic, as I watched him and his friends on stage acting I realised how different things are for children today, they are so very full of hope, something I definitely didn’t see in the early nineties!

Bad things….

I am so bloody tired, I am feeling so old, I am only 37, but I am feeling every single day of those 37 years!

My ex husband and I are trying to do our separation, we are three years apart now, the solicitors are dealing with it, because when I had to talk to him about it was just so painful. You each have to prove yourselves, your value as a parent, while disproving the value of the other parent.

My four children are great, my baby of 15 months is walking, I am exhausted following him around, trying to stop my 3 year old from killing him. My 6-year-old daughter is such a diva, I can’t imagine what teenage years will be like! And last but not least my 12-year-old son…. He is a great kid, but oh God it’s so exhausting, the attitude, the angst….and I have another 18 years of this!

An Olde Yarn

I have taught my six year old daughter to knit! She is delighted, I am delighted, she is loving creating things! She is knitting herself a pale pink wool scarf for school in September!

Good Things…

My partner, I and our six children (aged 1 to 12) all spent the day on Sunday in Merrion Square at the AIB Street Performers Festival, it was a fantastic day, I think the parks should be allowed to have plays and preformers on a regular basis. We saw four performers, Pete Dobbing (turquoise underpants), PJ Kaola (big Axe), La Dolce Flamingo (my favorite) and Dr Kaboom(kids favourite).

We had a fantastic day, the sun gods were smiling down on us, and it was an amazing Irish summer day, We all survived, didn’t lose any of the children, or our sanity! My partners children from his previous marriage, two sons, are going to America with their american mum for 6 weeks on Saturday so we were happy to have a good weekend to see them off on.

We had a break in the middle of the day, we went to Cafe Bar Deli on Grafton Street, we had a meal for all of us for less than €70, kids had three courses and a soft drink! It was a great value meal! And every little bit of the food was eaten, when boys come back from LA in August we are planning another meal there!

Shopping Hell

I know I am not alone, there is a recession on and as a result people are trying to cut back on stuff but in an attempt to make my money stretch I have developed multiple shopping personalities, I go to Aldi, Lidl, Supervalu, Dunnes Stores, Superquinn, Tesco and Marks and Spencer! Seriously, this morning I went out to get some food to last me until Friday (as 12-year-old Honda is going in to be serviced for a few days) I went to three different supermarkets, I know it pays off, I know I get great value veg and fruit in Aldi, but that Superquinn is best for bread and meat, while Tesco does the best Baby deals….It’s exhausting!

My life is so mundane and boring, but I have to do this, if I didn’t and I just went to Tesco to do everything I would have no money, feeding a family of six is expensive, in particular my nearly teenage son…..he NEVER is full! I know now why people have wives, to take care of stuff like this, the boring mundanity of everyday life, I wish I had a wife…….

Keara is here

I have had a really awful relationship with my blog and the internet, here was something that I needed to survive, but something I had to lie to, to have an alter ego! I am converted, I am 37, I have four children between the ages of 1 and 12,  I need to talk about my life, my beautiful family, and not be afraid, so here we go, Midget Wrangler is dead, Keara lives!