Dublin, In Pictures

It's time to blow away the tumbleweeds and brush the cobwebs off this poor neglected blog all over again. Every time I write a post, I vow that I'll get better at it, and each and every time I fail. I like to think it's because I'm too busy, but with a broken netbook and a humdrum little life, there's not much to write about. But June is different. June is always my favourite month, mainly because it's the month of my birthday. And birthdays are a little bit awesome, even if it does mean waking up to a thousand more grey hairs and a face full of wrinkles, right?

At the beginning of the month, I was lucky enough to escape Tralee for a few days, with Tommie in tow. Early one Sunday morning, I left my son in capable hands and left him for longer than a day, for the first time since he was born. While I thoroughly enjoyed myself, it's not something I can see myself doing in a hurry any time soon. Instead, any future trips will be kid-friendly too!  

But while I was away from Caelen, I was determined to enjoy myself. And so, many cocktails were downed, the McBusted concert was attended (separate post coming soon!), fancy brunches were eaten, and a whole lot of time was spent lazing in bed in our rather tastefully decorated hotel room. Which we obviously classed up even more with supermarket wine and tumblers we'd taken from the bathroom. 

Years ago, I would have wanted to leave my mark on a new place. Visit the hot spots, drink myself silly and generally live it up. This time around, I was more than happy to have a nice meal and a few quiet drinks with Tommie, and head back to the hotel for a good night's sleep. I think that means I'm mentally older than my almost twenty seven years! Even though we didn't go up to Dublin with a set plan, we did manage to fit quite a bit in. Eating and drinking, meeting my uncle for afternoon drinks, McBusted, wandering through the shops in Temple Bar and the most obvious, finding the perfect present to bring back to Caelen.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but I feel so grateful.  Grateful for my parents that help out with Caelen, and realised that I needed some time away, not from Caelen, but from Tralee. Grateful to have someone in my life that realises that a lot of being with me involves a lot of sitting in my house watching Game of Thrones and listening to me being a moany old woman, and puts up with it anyway. Grateful to have Caelen, who amid the "terrible two's come too early", never fails to put a smile on my face. Life is pretty good now, and I hope it stays that way.

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