Grammar in pyjamas

As I continue my quest to learn the Irish language I might be starting to question my intelligence if not my sanity. I remember Irish being awkward and unpleasant on the ear but I certainly
Don't remember it being this damn hard. That might be because I learned it first as a child, it's a shame I seem to have forgotten so much of what was drummed into me in school. 

To give myself some credit, so far I have been sticking to my self designated plan to study a chapter every night as tedious as that might be and I'm finding my
Brain feels a little bit fried by the time I finish the exercises at the end of the chapter. I've taken to throwing on my cop show of choice ( at the moment it's south land but before that it was law and order Svu )and sitting on my
Couch in my pyjamas half watching the show while I fill my note book with all the Irish grammar and vocabulary a girl could
Want. For the record that's not very much at all.

And I can't help wishing this little pipe dream of mine required me to relearn French because I already know that would be a lot more fun. For starters I know more French than I do Irish
And I would enjoy learning the intricacies and practicing speaking it so much more. 
Plus I would get to sound very sophisticated ( speaking French makes you 8 times more sophisticated. I know this is true because I just said so) and sexy. I could watch French movies and read le monde and listen to cheesy French music and maybe drink some French wine ( to help me speak French , obviously . From what I recall From my year au pairing my French would really flow after a few drinks ) 

Unfortunately as much as I would love to improve my French again, Irish is the language I need to master. Even if It makes me sound less vixen and more old 
Woman with something caught in her throat 

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