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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.

About my book.. and how you can help

Posted Monday 13th October 2014   By Ericka Waller

So I’ve written a book. It’s something I have always been wanted to do. I finished it about 18 months ago. I had no idea at the time I was writing, that some of it would become true. I actually find it too hard to read back these days. I feel such a bloody fool.

How to throw a kids party

Posted Tuesday 7th October 2014   By Ericka Waller

So Thing-three’s Dalmatian party went well. Everybody followed the dress code (can you guess what it was?), and the sun shone brightly, so 18 onesie-clad children skipped off to play in the garden. “Don’t worry”, I assured everyone, “I’ve done the dog poo check. Who wants a nice cup of tea?” (As opposed to a crap one.)

One for my baby

Posted Monday 29th September 2014   By Ericka Waller

My youngest daughter is three on Wednesday. It does not seem possible. It does not seem fair. Hundreds of pounds and hours went into preparing me for my wedding day, but I’ve never felt more beautiful than the night I delivered her, covered in blood and sweat. The ex-husband looked at me in awe as I birthed her in blue moonlight, pain-relief free. I breathed her out, sung her out, roared her out.

A trip on Brighton Pier - How to become bankrupt in less than an hour

Posted Tuesday 23rd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

So, as a treat to the girls for doing so well in their first week at school, I decided to time a visit from my parents with a trip to Brighton Pier. “Oh smashing” said dad, “I can have some jellied eels.” “And we can have candyfloss and go on the horsey ride” squealed Thing-One in glee. “And I can stay home and do some gardening!” said mum, looking at the Telegraph crossword.

Confessions of a mother inferior

Posted Monday 22nd September 2014   By Ericka Waller

A laugh-out-loud tale of love, betrayal, friendship, baking and loss. Peta's best friend is dead, her kids poo in public and now her husband might be shagging his secretary. Read the first chapter here...

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