They lend a lighthearted hand in some of moms' more important duties - how to make sure your kid doesn't become a PDA-hole, how to leave your kids to go on a business trip, and how to celebrate when you think your kid might be gay. I was actually smacking myself in the forehead at how the Sh*tty moms prep the house for the kids on a Friday evening!Įvery chapter is full of hilarious tips, tricks, and truths, but be warned, the moms aren't all jokes and f-bombs. The moms take you through it all - from the last thing you need to do before you give birth (yes, get your roots done) and how to sleep until 9 AM every weekend (preparation is key), to how to put a stop to the awful nickname your father-in-law gave your kid and what to do when it comes to your attention that your kid is merely average. Sh*tty Mom is broken up into twelve sections, each consisting of a few short chapters. For example, if you brought a back-up pacifier instead of wiping your shorts on the one you just dropped on the ground before sticking it back in your baby's mouth, this book is not for you. The first step is acceptance, but the difference between this book and other parenting books is that this one will help you to be a sh*tty mom and come out the other side with good kids and a clean conscience. You know what you'll learn? That you are, like most of us, a Sh*tty Mom.
Hilarious! I laughed out loud before I even finished reading the Contents!
*I received this ebook as an ARC via NetGalley. Now excuse me, my kid got a hold of my iPhone in the time it took to write this review, and I must go reclaim it before he closes my online shopping session.
But you’ll be missing out, and all the sh*tty moms like myself will be judging you. If you are offended, even mildly, then maybe pass on this one. If you find these chapter titles give you a chuckle, you are going to love this book. Structured like the many parenting guides out there, each chapter features little callout “tips” and “reminders.” This one comes from the chapter, “Ten-Second Rule: Pacifier on the Ground,” and states: “remember: if you are the kind of person who thought to bring a backup pacifier, this book is not for you. Love You Forever” (I think we all know the winner here) and my personal favorite, “Someone Stole Your Baby Name! aka Ballad of the First Aidan Mom,” this book had me rolling with the ugly-inhale gasp kind of laughter.
With chapters like “How to Drop Off Your Sick Kid at Daycare Before the Teacher Figures It Out“ (if you don’t take their temperature, you can’t lie about their temperature!), “Worst Children’s Book: The Giving Tree vs. So while it’s inappropriate, it’s hilariously so, and as a sh*tty mom myself, I loved it. First, let me clarify that this is a tongue-in-cheek parenting “guide.” Some of the other reviewers seem to have missed that aspect.
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