Every time I head to the supermarket with my children I arm myself with a list and bags for life and convince myself this time it will be different. Spoiler alert: it never is

When a town wins the All-Ireland final, it’s not just the players at the pitch who win, but everyone, whether its the child blowing his horn or the 40-something-year-old woman like me who’s never kicked a ball in her life

With missiles flying around my kitchen left right and centre, I feel like Packie Bonner in Italia 90

Despite both being on antibiotics, I am still chasing my children around shops, because even when fuelled by penicillin, they have yet to meet an automatic door they haven't wanted to run through

I used to feel melancholic putting away the decorations, now I am craving beige interior, floor space, and a life that is tinsel-free

I used to be great at napping during the day, but now I am as much a stranger to an afternoon siesta as I am to brushing my hair

It is nearly impossible to believe my dad has been gone a year, but as much as the kids have kept me moving forward, they've kept me grounded in the present, too

Bringing the children to see Santa was a truly magical experience, and the fact we managed to get through a family afternoon without killing each other proves miracles can happen

Listening to the teacher talk made me realise how much of my parenting anxiety isn’t really about my child - it’s about me

As much as we would all love to live in a socilaist utopia, the reality it is it is every man for himself out here, especially when it relates to jellies