I read a lot of blogs, many of which are written by sassy, no-nonsense moms. Naturally, I thought I had The Mother of All Meltdowns all figured out. It turns out, I had it all wrong.
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What this book is about
The Mother of All Meltdowns features 30 bloggers sharing candid stories about life, kids, and the mayhem that ensues when you push a mom just a few inches too far. I expected a story about poop. What I could not anticipate, and here’s where I say I got it wrong, was how good story telling would make me care about poop and the mom who had to deal with it.
Please stop, my chest hurts…
There were a few stories that got my blood pressure up, but Jennifer Kehl’s “Broken Glass” took the cake. Your son did what? Where? How? Now I know why you call him “The Deconstructionist.” And the way you guys cleaned it up is the stuff of legends.
I had to do a double take on Michelle Nahom’s ”Take Two Meltdowns and Call Me in the Morning.” Medical professionals are awesome when they’re awesome. Mix a sick child, a mama bear, and a less than awesome medical pro and what do you get? You get an awesome meltdown that is well worth the cost of The Mother of All Meltdowns.
Don’t even get me started on Natasha Peter’s ”As Poop Would Have It.” Is there an award for this type of thing? At the very least Natasha deserves a badge.
Please stop, I’m actually laughing out loud…
I’m not sure if I was supposed to laugh at Rabia Lieber’s “Mommy’s Money Meltdown”, but I did. I had to chuckle as Rabia fantasized about spending part of her new raise on sandwiches with three slices of meat. In her words, “…maybe even some lettuce or tomatoes! Be still my heart!”
I admit it. I’ve broken the girl code. I’ve asked a woman who wasn’t pregnant for her due date. To be totally honest, I’ve made this tragic mistake several times. I vowed to never ask for a due date, or what they were having, or if they wanted to sit down and take a load off, unless I was really really sure. I was really really sure when I bumped into an old friend at a birthday party. Our happy reunion quickly turned into something else.
For all my pregnancy misreads, I was never on the receiving end of the likes of Melissa Galileo who wrote “I’m Not Pregnant, I’m Fat.” Melissa, you scared me straight.
So, would you recommend to a friend?
Motherhood is a contact sport. The authors of The Mother of All Meltdowns bring their A-game. I would recommend the book to anyone who needs a reminder that moms are not angels. Mothers are real live human beings with dimples and warts alike.
The book includes several bonus chapters. I got a ton out of Bonus #4: Keeping the Peace: Advice from the Trenches of Elementary School. It has certainly changed the way I tell my kids that it’s time for breakfast.
My only caveat is that the The Mother of All Meltdowns covers a range of emotions and situations. If you’re in the market for a purely funny read, head elsewhere.
Readers: You don’t have to tell on yourself, but have any of your “mom friends” had any interesting meltdowns? Come on, dish girl, dish.
Just the facts, Jack: I received a courtesy download of The Mother of All Meltdowns in order to facilitate this review. I received no compensation. All opinions are 100% BookWormMama gold.