How I morphed from a mom to an Irish mammy in run-up to Christmas
Boys are infuriating. Daughters apparently call home every day when they are away from home. Some 50pc of my sons will be away for Christmas for the first time ever since I started bringing them to see Santa. There hasn't been a message in three weeks.
Since my youngest son left for the bright lights of New York in August this year, I have morphed from a mom into an Irish Mammy.
The first week he was away, I found myself on WhatsApp reminding him to look after his teeth and avoid dark laneways. I really wanted to include Barry's Tea in the parcel I sent him for Christmas but it would have put me over the 2kg, and he doesn't drink it anyway.