Just a thought. Can we poor women with the irish mammy syndrome deirish mammy ourselves? I am just about catching up on the sleepless night I had two nights ago. Our eldest offspring flew literally half' way round the world,(well nowadays you have to go where the work is) and naturally I was upset and feeling lonely mammyish. But I had a nice hot shower and took myself to bed with mug of belgian hot choc and an exciting book. Fell into a deep sleep. Very nice you are thinking....Aha.....sudddenly the texts came in fast and furious......3a.m. Bleary eyed I stretched out the hand and in an instant cleared the entire top of my locker.....books, mug, foot cream, earphones plus one very bewildered black and white fluffy cat who had settled herself down for the night on edge of my bed. ( Pain seared through my body next morning when I stood on the earrings as I sprang from the bed having slept through alarm and all.....late for work. That's not my style!)
Anyway to get back to texts. They were from my son who is nearer three zero than two zero. Stranded half way round the world at an airport he was not familiar with. He had a phone which for some reason would not allow him make outgoing calls and a newly purchased phone card which would not work. Now remember his irish mammy was in her leaba in ireland, thousands of miles away. How could I fix it for him? Well I did.. HA ha....
To be honest I woke the sleeping hubby and ignored his bewildering glares. It took him a few mins to catch up but I put on my "what if something awful happens him if we don't help". So we spent most of the next hour speaking on the phone with a very very very sleepy and unhelpful ON CALL lady who's job it was to sort out just such an emergency. The final straw was when she asked my purely exasberated husband "where exactly is he waiting?" With one leap hubby sprang from the bed,(sending our slightly silly golden lab running down the stairs to join the furry black and white cat to seek a safer and calmer resting place) stood up to his full 6ft 1" height "Well I'll hazard a guess and say ARRIVALS!"
Going back to sleep was out of question until I got confirmation that my adult son was tucked up and snug in a comfortable bed thousands of miles away. Happy text came at 5.30a.m. " All sorted. In bed in lovely hotel. Night and THANKS MAM". Yeah I would do it again and again. I guess there is no cure for the irish mammy syndrome after all!
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