It’s been a while. I hope you missed me.
I am surfacing after the typical pre-Christmas feelings of exhaustion and being overwhelmed, but it was compounded by a nasty cold virus, then a stomach bug, and the boys cutting two year molars. Then there was the issue of the car we had just bought, which appeared completely fine until we brought it to get new tires (tyres) and then suddenly, it would not start. All before our first-ever “holiday” with the boys.
There is so much to catch you up on. In coming days, read about our Dublin Christmas, complete with Aunt Giovanna and her tales of Pavarotti in China; how toddlers can trash five-star hotel rooms faster and more thoroughly than Johnny Depp in his Kate Moss days; and what it’s like, at last, to drive on the other side of the road.
But today I can be current. We returned from our road trip last night and realized, with some terror, that there were some long and empty hours to fill. Experience has taught us that being in the house with the boys after about 10:30am with no plan is a terrible, terrible idea. They begin to lose it in boredom, leaving a path of destruction and chaos in their tiny wakes.
So today Sascha and I skipped showers and got the boys dressed and into a cab to be at the family New Year’s Day festival in Temple Bar’s Meeting House Square. There would be face painting! Puppet shows! Kids’ disco! Food stalls! Most importantly, this started at 11am.
We arrived at exactly 11am. Those of you who know me know this is saying something. Others of you who are parents of multiples know that getting anywhere on time is a feat of logistics worth bragging about. Only this is Ireland, and there is such a thing as “Irish time” so they weren’t ready. They were still setting up. We were very nearly the only people on the cobble stone streets of Temple Bar at that hour. It was surreally quiet. We strolled a bit, waiting for the city to wake up to the New Year.
Here’s a little gallery from our morning. We wish you all a wonderful 2012 and are looking forward to seeing some of you here in Ireland in the new year.
“Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife,
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times…”
–from In Memoriam [Ring out, wild bells] by Tennyson