A Novel by Samantha Wilde
Retail Price: $15.00 USD
In this fresh, witty, and side-splitting novel, Samantha Wilde has effectively invented a character who embodies the delightfully depressing and hilariously humiliating rite of passage otherwise known as The First Year of Motherhood. If you’ve ever been there, you will certainly identify with this author’s language and message.
It’s hard for me to write a review about this book because honestly I think you’d be better served by heading straight to Amazon, Indie Bound, or your local bookstore, snatching up this book, and reading it cover to cover immediately. You can come back here and give me all kinds of credit for turning you this little gem, then we can giggle about all of our favorite lines. When I first sat down with the book, I started highlighting passages that made me say “Oh my! You just read mind!” However, by the time I was done there was so much highlighting throughout that it looked like I had done my doctoral dissertation on it.
The writing will make you think that Wilde may have secretly followed you around during your first year of motherhood, documenting every sleepless (and sexless) night. How did she know?! She must have spotted every diaper blowout, crying jag (you, not the baby), and every 1 lb bag of mini chocolate bars you consumed shortly thereafter.
But what about the things you only thought to yourself? How does she know about those? If you’re like me, you’ll start to fantasize that Wilde somehow intercepted your brainwaves and recorded each and every time you drifted into some paranoid delusion about the baby dying in some freak accident involving a spatula, a teething ring, or a rogue pillow that made its way into the crib. How did Wilde know that you weren’t sleeping, not because the baby wouldn’t sleep necessarily, but because you laid awake on too many nights formulating a plan to outfit your entire home/car/life in bubble wrap because of something you saw on the news that day? And how did she know you wanted to roll over and push your husband off the bed for the simple crime of being able to sleep while you couldn’t?
When so many of us become mothers, the experience is so life altering that we think we are the only women who have ever been affected this way. Nobody could possibly understand what we’ve been through. Our bodies have been stretched to ungodly proportions, and entire human beings were built inside. Then we are expected to take them home and keep these little ticking time bombs alive. You’d think they would hand out medals for that, but oddly, they don’t. I suppose that’s because so many billions of other women who came before us successfully survived that which we are sure we are not going to survive.
And Wilde has been there too, you can bet on that. It doesn’t matter if you are a stay-at-home-mom, a work-outside-the-home-mom, or some variation of the two, this book will make you chuckle. No matter what you’ve felt before, other moms have felt it too, so pick up “This Little Mommy Stayed Home” and join all the other moms laughing away the mental stretch marks and sleep deprivation.
Wanna win your very own copy of “This Little Mommy Stayed Home?” You’re in luck! One lucky TFS reader will win a copy courtesy of the author herself. There are three ways to enter:
- Leave a comment below telling us how you survived the first year of motherhood. If you aren’t a mom yet, tell us a story of someone you know.
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You can enter once per method (so that’s four total chances to win.) Contest ends on Wednesday, November 11th at Midnight CST and the winner will be notified shortly thereafter. Void where prohibited, and all that jazz. One winner will be drawn at random from all the entries. Good luck!