February 2015 Archive

My relaxing half term

Posted Friday 20th February 2015   By Ericka Waller

So it’s half term. It’s not been as relaxing as I hoped it might be. Monday morning did not start with dragging children out from under covers (“Mummy, why do you make me go to bed when I am not tired, and wake me up when I am?”). It started with the sentence “Mum, she’s got poo on her foot, and the stairs, oh, and your vintage footstool.” Two hours of poo hunting later, I think I’d have preferred the school run.

The first last time

Posted Friday 20th February 2015   By Ericka Waller

So my eldest daughter can read. I am not sure when it happened, but she is doing it. She reads labels on packets, adverts, road signs, books I leave next to the bath. Her favourite author is Enid Blyton. She is collecting all of St Clares, Malory Towers, Famous Five and Naughtiest Girl. I remember reading them for the first time, getting the books from the library, the sound of the stamp as the clerk checked them out, the smell of the yellow pages. Once, my eldest brother “accidentally” pushed me down the stairs. His Famous Five collection bought my silence, and my bed was a balm for the bruises. Lost in “Five on Treasure Island” I felt no pain, I was too busy paddling in the sea.

Is being a mum a job?

Posted Sunday 8th February 2015   By Ericka Waller

So I was on the phone to the police to report my phone as stolen. I was already feeling a bit upset, and that was before she asked me, “What is your occupation?”. Am I the only person who hates this question? “Full-time mum” is a burn against all my working sisters (because you cannot work and still be a mum obviously). “Stay-at-home mum“ suggests I am agoraphobic and don’t do anything, and what am I when I go out, an ‘out-and-about mum’? “I don’t work/have a job” are words that are never going to pass this Trojan’s lips. “Unemployed” makes me feel like a failure, and being a mum of three children who find my scary voice funny already makes me feel failure enough.