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Blogging so my kids can read about themselves when they are older, as I may still be too traumatised to talk about it.

Preparing for the school run

Posted Wednesday 3rd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

So I have one week left before school starts. One week to get the girls to fall asleep before 10pm, get up before 9am, wear both knickers and socks, not one or the other. I have one week to iron Thing-two’s school labels into her starchy clothes. One week to get my head around the fact she is even starting school. Today I watched her swimming. She floats on her back in the water like a lily, like a star, like she’s peacefully asleep.

Accepting being a single parent

Posted Tuesday 2nd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

Once, when in a madcap mood, I read the girls a Fireman Sam compendium in a Welsh accent. It was fun the first time. They can’t tell the difference between Welsh and Indian inflections which helped. I regret it dearly. Now they want me to do it every single night “Talk funny again mummy” they say sitting up expectantly and passing me the (huge) book.

Why do 'real' women have to be fat?

Posted Tuesday 2nd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

So there is a new trend sweeping Twitter. Photos of women who you would not “normally” see in a bikini (ie; not a size 0) taking selfies and tagging them #fatkini. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great. I think all shapes and sizes should be celebrated, but why label these larger women ‘real’. Does that mean I can’t be, because I don’t have any junk in my trunk?

A story of nudity

Posted Tuesday 2nd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

So I can’t get my kids to keep their kit on. This love of nudity has nothing to do with me. I do not enjoy skipping about knicker-less. I can’t anyway, there would be nothing to stick my Tena-Lady to. I’d have to try and source one of those old Doctor White Sanitary belts my mum told me horror stories about

The penny has dropped

Posted Saturday 2nd August 2014   By Ericka Waller

My husband has finally admitted to having an affair. She's his 25 year old personal assistant. I found out after my six-year-old daughter told me that Megan had been looking after her, on her own, while daddy went out. Megan, I thought.. I know that name. Who knew a penny could hurt so much.

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