Carry on camping

I never really thought of myself a complete moron before, but when I think of how last week I skipped into a stationary shop to buy a scrapbook in which to preserve this year’s holiday memories, I have to consider it might be the case.

buying my Mum a doll

“I’m just talking to an old lady.” My son was on the Xbox when I asked him what he was doing. (So much for worrying about violence and gore on this game anyway). As it happened, I was about to do the same thing, being on my way to the nursing home to see Mum.  Usually I visit with my brother but he was on holidays, so that day it was just me.

travelling with kids, without an ipad

The plan this week was to write about the struggle of doing without an ipad on a long car journey with kids. To outline that in our house there are no iphones, no ipods, no i anythings. We don’t have a mini dvd player for the car, a tv in the kids bedroom or playroom or anything on which to play the many cute and amazing apps I read about on coolmomtech.com.

It is all true but really, who am I fooling? I'm just showing off. For me these journeys are just a great excuse to buy nice stuff online. 


So, cutting out all the nonsense for once, this is what I recommend to keep kids aged one to ten happy(or if not happy, at the very least quiet for a while) on long car journeys. 

mutha f-ers

I looked over my husband’s shoulder when he chuckled.  He was sitting at the kitchen table and on the lap top screen in front of him was the in-box of his email account. He pointed to one subject.

It read “Hey mutha f-er’s. Night out!”

Don't pay the ferryman

“Who put Cork on this?”

I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. My husband was hunched over the laptop pricing ferries, tents, flights, car rental and roof racks and beside him sat our eight year old “helping”, with an outline map of Ireland. He had asked me to put dots where Dublin, Kerry and Cork were located so he could assist with the journey plan. His Dad looked over his shoulder and looked at Cork. I had to own up.

 “For god’s sake Lucy, that’s where Limerick is.”