Well, the book finally caught up to me, since my husband invited his co-worker over to our house for a Walking Dead season finale party. At the time, it was three weeks away. "Have you even touched that book she gave you?" he asked me. The answer being no, he told me, "Well, you better get cracking."
Really, I had no excuse anymore. My baby was sleeping through the night (mostly), and I was almost back to my normal writing/reading schedule. So I reluctantly picked up the book and started reading.
I was nodding my head at page one: "Oh, yeah, that's totally true! That is soooo me." And laughing by page two. And eagerly flipping through the book after that to find out what silly thing was on the next page and the next.
Let me tell you, this isn't a self-help book for new moms. Not even close. This is one woman's account of what it felt like to be a new mom – or a stranger in a strange land. While some of it is filler, to be honest, most of it is very straightforward about the new cult of motherhood. And, yes, it is a cult! If you don't join in, you feel like a leper.
This book spoke to me, since I am not one of the moms who chooses their child's preschool when still pregnant, and I don't believe that my kids are the boss of me and that I should let them get away with murder. There are parts I disagree with - I make my kids' own baby food not because, as the book asserts, I'm an insane mom who watches everything their child eats like a hawk and insists others do the same. Nah, it's because it's cheaper to make my own food than buy insanely small and overpriced containers of jarred baby food. All of my kids were big eaters as babies, so I would be feeding them 3+ jars of baby food in one sitting, which could really add up.
But I digress. Exaggeration = comedy, of course, and Ms. Wilder-Taylor is hilarious. Her writing style and humor are unvarnished. She has the ability to get right to the heart of the absurd myths and beliefs about parenthood and expose them to the light of reason. She tackles serious subjects, such as postpartum depression, with an honesty and humor that are refreshing.
So I want to say to my husband's co-worker - I apologize for dismissing the book. I will never doubt your taste in literature again. :)
If you're a new mom - or even an old hand at it, like me - this is a great book to relieve a little parenting stress. So why not take the book up on its title? Pour yourself a glass of Chardonnay (albeit NOT in a sippy cup - you'll need a bigger glass than that, haha) and get reading.