It's perfect for mommas.
Short Chapters
Are you reading more Harold and the Purple Crayon than Fifty Shades of Grey these days? This book is for you. The pacing is quick and snappy. In the time it takes you to spray stain remover on muddy play clothes and let it set before washing, you can read a chapter. The chapter length is also great for carpooling. While you're waiting in the car to collect your tot/tike/teen from an activity, you can read a chapter and then greet your offspring with a big smile on your face.
Kindred Spirit
Someone else knows. You're not alone in this mommy gig. Maybe you've never peed in the shower, but you can certainly identify with hiding from the wee ones when you want to have a phone conversation. And you probably understand the value of paying a babysitter to go on a date--only to end up at "Hellmart."
Heather Davis tells true stories about family life. Other people run out of clean drinking glasses. Other moms have mommas who question the propriety of their undergarment choices. It's comforting to know someone else walks in momma shoes.
Guaranteed Laughs
Read with caution. Choose reading places wisely. I enjoy Heather's blog at Minivan Momma, but I wasn't prepared for the laugh snorts in store for me. On more than one occasion, I nearly woke my family from laughing so hard.
This book is about full disclosure. I giggled through her conversations with her editor in notes. Don't you wonder what sort of conversations go into creating a book? I love the insider feeling of reading their comments in parenthetical.
Free!
Here's your chance to read it for free. From one momma to another, I'd like to give you an autographed copy. Give it to another momma. Give it to your momma.
How do I get this book?
Simply comment on this post by telling me something about yo' momma.
Contest ends Wednesday, May 8.
Let me clarify...I only have one book to give away. Who wants it?
ReplyDeleteMy Mom is one of my best friends. When something wonderful in my life happens she is the first one I call. When I need advice or a shoulder to cry on she is always there. I am very thankful that God entrusted both my parents to raise me.
ReplyDeleteMy Mom lives in a pastel world, irons all her clothes, uses shoe polish on a regular basis, has an addiction to dishes, always wears Chanel perfume/lotion, reads the longest books known to man, cooks 6 nights a week, and is the best Mama I know! :)
ReplyDeleteMy mother would kill me if she knew I was making this public, but I consider it "pay back" for all the stories she's told on me through the years. And I REALLY want that book. Also, the chances of her reading this blog are small since she never even got the hang of her kindle.
ReplyDeleteAt the dignified age of 87, my mother tried marijuana for the first time. It was in a state where it's legal, and it was baked in a cookie for "medicinal" purposes. I'm not concerned she will develop an addiction, as she reported it made her "feel funny" and not in a good way.
I feel compelled to comment here in parenthetical ... ;)
ReplyDeleteThe notes were Heather's idea. We left in a small fraction of the ones that existed. Some were just too ... absurd for inclusion!
I wouldn't want to say my mother and I have issues with control. BUT--She still tells me to go to the bathroom before we leave the house to go somewhere. AND no matter how badly I have to go . . . I hold it.
ReplyDeleteLisa - that is too funny.
DeleteI'm not a Momma, but I have a niece with two toddlers who would love this book. So, of the hundreds of funny stories I can tell about my mom. One afternoon a truck drove up in our driveway. Since Grandpa Young, Mom's dad, had never been to our house to visit, we were all surprised when my mom looked out the window and yelled with joy and surprise. "It's Daddy, I can't believe it! It's Daddy!" We were surprised and overjoyed as we all starting walking quickly out toward the truck to greet Grandaddy Young, who had never been to our house, Mom heading the pack yelling, "Daddy, I can't believe it! It's Daddy!" She was so happy to see him we thought she had lost it. First of all, she was not mentally ill or suffering from dementia when this happened. But,just as she started to embrace Grandad Young, we all realized that it was NOT Grandad Young, just one of my dad's buddies with a truck that looked like my grandad's. Although we knew Mom was not crazy, I'm sure that poor man in the truck never forgot Mom running toward him yelling "Daddy!"
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