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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.

How to survive a theme park with small children

Posted Monday 18th May 2015   By Ericka Waller

So first of all, you need my friend Victoria to plan your trip. She’d arranged a weekend at Chessington for her daughter’s birthday, and we gate-crashed it. Their little faces when they spotted each other in the hotel reception was hard to beat. We set off at 8.30am weighed down with heavy backpacks, and Victoria reminding us of the strategy. “We go to the back of the theme park first people. No dithering, no stopping to look at anything. The park wants you to do that, be smarter.”

Who am I?

Posted Friday 8th May 2015   By Ericka Waller

So my blog, Mum In The South, was born shortly after my third daughter. I wrote about being 'a wife, mum-of three and occasional person in her own right.' I'm proud to say I won the Brilliance in Blogging award for best family blogger 2013. I'm incredibly sad to say my marriage broke down the year after however. I don't think the two are connected, but you never know...

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.

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