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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.

Can you find your pelvic floor?

Posted Tuesday 22nd April 2014   By Ericka Waller

So I wet myself when I laugh. There, I said it. Not loads, but enough that when people say “You’ll pee yourself laughing” I think “God, does it show?” It’s not just when I laugh either. I dread hay fever season, where I can be overcome with a sudden bout of sneezing and no time to cross my legs.

Do your children keep you cheerful?

Posted Sunday 20th April 2014   By Ericka Waller

So we are into the second week of the Easter holidays. I’ve spent every day of it with my three rambunctious children. When they finally deign to sleep at night, I’ve been slipping, wearily, into their cold bathwater. Rooking round for the rubber ducks that poke me up the bum and thinking how exhausting it all is, being with my offspring.

Does being a mum ever get easier?

Posted Monday 7th April 2014   By Ericka Waller

Last weekend, I went on a Spa break with a pregnant friend, a treat for Mother’s Day. A whole day and night without my children. I bought a stack of magazines and she bought chocolate. We got handed clean, fluffy robes as we arrived. We had nothing to do except be rubbed and pampered. Everything was white, like being in a lovely cloud. Guess what we talked about the whole time?

Did your Mother's Day go as planned?

Posted Monday 7th April 2014   By Ericka Waller

I thought I was so clever, giving the husband a lie-in on Mother’s Day eve. I knew the next day was going to be all about me, it was the least I could do. I even made up a cheery poem at 6am while the kids wiped their nose on me:

Mother's day moaning

Posted Tuesday 25th March 2014   By Ericka Waller

Who thinks of Mother's Day presents? Not mothers that's for sure. I'm one and the last thing I'd try to flog at an overinflated price is a 'mani-pedi' machine. Who wants to be reminded of the hard callouses on their feet on Mother's Day, or given a tool so they can hack away at it. Not even a poxy voucher for someone else to do it for them! Doesn't that just say it all? 'Here's another thing you are not keeping on top off mum, but to show you I love you, I've bought you a file so you can crack on. Then when I get in bed with you at 2am your scaly trotters won't cut my little legs.'

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