Disclosure: I received this book for review from the publisher.
This is the true story of Kyran Pittman and how she happened upon, as she puts it on the cover, “a semi-domesticated life”. Kyran works backwards, from the get-go you know that she is married with three boys and a writer that contributes to Good Housekeeping. But then she takes you on this unforgettable trip down Memory Lane so real and vivid that you feel like you’ve been there before. And maybe part of why this story works so well is that, if you are a mom, you have been there. In a way, her story is yours.
As a mother of a little girl, I related so much to Kyran’s struggles and triumphs as in parenthood. She was SO candid that I found myself nodding along as I read. “Yes, yes, I know exactly what you mean,” I thought excitedly. I felt that someone “got” me, that someone else understood exactly where I am in life. And she does it in such a hysterical way, that you can’t help but laugh right along with her.
If you are a mom, you will want to get this book the day that it arrives. Get it for your book club, your MMO group, your bathtub alone time. You will roar with laughter as Kyran compares a mother’s job skill set as class party mom to vaudeville, reminds you of “getting back in the saddle” with your spouse after having a baby, and learns how to tame a houseful of boys. You will feel her pain when she discusses how a child can change your relationship with your husband, how competitive the mom club can be, and how much of an emotional strain finances can put on your family.
You might ask, why should I go get this book when there are so many other “mom memoirs” out there? It’s simple: Kyran Pittman takes such an honest approach to her life. She writes as though you’ve known her for years. You will relate because she says what you are thinking, the things that you don’t want anyone to know. As I was reading this book I couldn’t help but think that if we were all this honest the mom experience would be so much easier. Maybe then we could cut each other and ourselves a break from trying to be Mom of the Year, and instead give each other a high-five for remembering to do the laundry the night before.