Mammy Mary’s Musings: Give Me Strength

Each week, Mammy Mary will be letting us know what’s been going on down her neck of the woods and making sure we’re kept up to date on all the scandal. She’s a gas woman altogether, so make sure you take a gawk at this week’s letter...

Dia duit,

Lookit, I’ve decided to make this week’s letter a confessional of sorts. I am at my wits end and if I don’t blow off some steam, there’ll be a Mary shaped hole in the front door. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love having the kids home with me for so long, but I’m only human and they are utterly relentless.

For one thing, I can barely get anything up and running on my phone with the internet so slow. If they’ve managed to wear the broadband out, what hope is there for me?! Pádraig has started insisting that we sit down as a family every evening with the phones put away and watch something on the box. Now, I don’t know if it was out of pure divilment, but Johnny suggested Bridgerton and in the love and honour of God I have never seen as much riding in my life. Poor aul Seán - my youngest - still hasn’t recovered, bless his heart.

Áine’s latest figary is this Tik Tok malarkey. She’s up all hours of the night scrolling away, appearing every so often to try to inveigle us into learning another ridiculously complicated dance routine. I said to her, I says, once is enough! My back has been at me since we gave Blinding Lights a go back in the first lockdown.

Jayney, that feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it? I have noticed a bit of a stretch in the evenings though - thank the Lord for small mercies. A few more hours of daylight and the three young ones might peel themselves off the couch and get out of my hair for a whileen. You probably think I’m awful, but sure if I can’t tell ye - who can I tell?!

Le meas,

Mary Mulvanerty

Sunset Photo by Chaosheng Zhang