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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.

I wish I could recognise my PMT

Posted Wednesday 6th May 2015   By Ericka Waller

So I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a bit ‘headstrong’. I’m not the kind of person you’ll find in a yoga class or class or studying mindfulness. On the whole though, I think I’m pretty level-headed. I do the British thing of saying sorry when someone walks into me and say: “fine thanks, you?” when someone ask me how I am, even when I am not. But then it gets to the last week of the month, and I turn into a mutated version of teen-wolf. I know I am not a teenager who should know better, and I know I sound like my three-year old when I say this, but it’s not my fault. PMT (premenstrual tension) makes me do it.

Life as a single mum

Posted Wednesday 29th April 2015   By Ericka Waller

So I’ve been doing my normal morning thing. Plaiting hair, making packed lunches, changing sheets. I’ve paired up socks and dug crisp packets out the heating vents. I’ve retrieved three pairs of knickers from the trampoline and scraped five dog poos up off the lawn. One looked like it was giving me the finger, just to be extra offensive.

The best easter break ever

Posted Wednesday 29th April 2015   By Ericka Waller

So the holidays are over. It’s taken seven years of being a parent, but I can honestly say, for the first time, that I was gutted to pack my gang back off to school. My genius children have finally embraced the art of loafing about. It was wonderful to see. Limbs spread lazily over the sofa, mouths gaped wide open as they lay, engrossed in Thundercats, a half eaten brioche dangling from their pudgy fingers… the dog stalking each movement. This has never ever happened before.

Why retro toys rule

Posted Wednesday 29th April 2015   By Ericka Waller

So having three girls, I think it’s very important to not make them too ‘girly’. I don’t want three princesses, and I bloody hate pink. Apart from Frozen, which I am sure is full of subliminal messages to make everyone obsessed with it, they don’t do ‘and they lived happily ever after’ stuff. They prefer to be outside making camps, muddy potions and lots of mess.

Time is the most precious gift you can give a child

Posted Tuesday 10th March 2015   By Ericka Waller

Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my Great Aunt. She lived just along the road, never married, and had no children of her own. She spoiled me rotten. At home, my brothers would have eaten all the Penguin biscuits before I’d gotten to the kitchen, but at Aunt’s house, there was always special chocolate, just for me. It was not just the chocolate though, or the marmite and cheese sandwiches. Nor was it the fact she let me loose with the garden hose and the soil when we planted her spring bulbs. She gave me something more valuable, more precious than all these things, she gave me her time.

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