Sh*tty Mom: The Guide for Good-Enough Moms
About The Book:
“Sh*tty Mom” is the ultimate parenting guide, written by four moms who have seen it all. As hilarious as it is universal, each chapter presents a common parenting scenario with advice on how to get through it in the easiest and most efficient way possible. With chapters such as “How to Sleep Until 9 A.M. Every Weekend” and “When Seeing an Infant Triggers a Mental Illness That Makes You Want to Have Another Baby,” as well as a Sh*tty Mom quiz, this is a must-have, laugh-out-loud funny book for the sh*tty parent in all of us.
This book had me literally laughing out loud, which in turn caused my husband to insist I share with him, and we both laughed out loud. This is the book that will make you feel better for not being perfect, and having a goal to think about more in a day that healthy snacks and diaper routines.
Survey from the book:
Are you willing to sacrifice some of your child’s happiness so you can sleep for another hour?
Do you ignore any pediatrician’s orders that you don’t agree with?
Does your kid have to have a fever above 100 degrees before you’ll keep him home?
If your kid does have a 100-degree fever, do you debate raising the “keep him home” fever ceiling to 101 degrees?
If you accept the premise that there are two kinds of moms at the park, “Plays with Her Children Mom” and “Texts from the Bench Mom,” then are you the latter?
If you had to choose a babysitter who:
a) Plays with your children but arrives late
b) Ignores your children but arrives on time, would you choose b? (No fair saying you’d make “a” come early.)
Did becoming a mom make you realize that your own mother was worse than you thought?
If you answered yes to three or more questions, you are a Sh*tty Mom.
Lets be honest, we have all had moments that make us feel like a Sh*tty mom. Like the time I let my mom put diet coke in my 3 month old’s bottle because he was screaming in the car and I didn’t have a bottle ready. Or when I encourage him to play trains and sneak upstairs to read by myself. Or let him drive on my lap (only on our street…) to get him to stop crying about going home from the park.