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Confessions of a Domestic Failure

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Review.

…It doesn’t make any sense. All I could think about for the past few months was getting a break from her, but the second I did, the moment freedom peeked over the horizon, I sabotaged it. Is this what motherhood is going to be like? Spending all day dreaming about getting a break and then, when it comes, wanting to nothing more than to be with Aubrey?

There are so many reasons I loved this book, but this quote is one of three that really drove it home for me.

Let me begin by saying that, as usual Bunmi does not disappoint.  If you do not know who Bunmi Laditan is and aren’t following her; I have homework for you.  Go right now, no seriously NOW (you can come back and finish reading my humble little blog after), and follow her on FB, Twitter, and IG. Bunmi Laditan is the creator behind the hilarious Honest Toddler Twitter account and subsequent book. Bunmi has a knack for presenting the difficulties and hardships of motherhood in a hilariously honest and satirical writing style. Her Facebook and Instagram accounts are full of hilarious terms such as “attachment laundering” and “Sanctimommies,” and following her writing has made me feel like I’m not alone in being a trainwreck of a homemaker. So, when a little over a year ago I caught wind on her Facebook that she was working on her first novel entitled “Confessions of a Domestic Failure,” I knew I HAD to read it.  With nothing but the title, Bunmi’s writing style, and unique voice on motherhood I had a strong notion that this book was about me.

And I was not wrong.  This book may as well be called, “The Truth About Motherhood; According to Nahyr. An Autobiography.”  Seriously, even five years and two kids into motherhood later; this novel was like someone had a spy cam in my house and just took notes. Down to the “eating the hazelnut chocolate spread straight out of the jar in my underwear” bit.

I know it’s cliche but I laughed and I cried during this book.  I mean it. Multiple times.  Sometimes I cried because it felt like validation of everything I’ve ever felt as a SAHM. Other times I cried because I genuinely felt for the character and her journey and had also felt what she was feeling and just wanted to hug her. (Yes, I know she’s not real. Except that she is because there are many of us like her.).  I also cried because that feeling of wanting to be seen, of just wanting someone to tell you that you’re doing a good job, of just wanting someone to say, “Hey stop beating yourself up and striving for perfection, you’re a perfect mom already. Just like this.”- that feeling is all too familiar.

And I laughed, hysterically, like a crazy person to myself at the doc’s office, or at the lobby of my eldest daughter’s dance class, or at 3am in my guest bedroom for so many moments; but I’ll highlight a few to tease your interest:

  • “And there’s no way I could quit gluten….Cutting carbs would make me a bad mother and I have to put my child first.”
  • “Aubrey’s had a great nap and I’d already done the obligatory pre-husband-coming-home speed clean.” (seriously, it’s like Bunmi’s been watching me).
  • The descriptions of the three different “Me” representations in her (my) closet: Pre-pregnancy Me, Pregnant Me, and Postpartum Me. Buy the book. Read the descriptions. Laugh and Cry. Drink some wine.
  • The scene in the book when her husband handles what is CLEARLY his first blowout diaper.  This is literally my husband EVERY TIME. EVERY TIME. ( I even read this part to him while he ate dinner and he nearly choked from laughing.)
  • “I HATE MY HUSBAND!!!….I mean, I love him, but I hate him at the same time. He doesn’t understand my life at all.  He pretends to take a crap and plays on his phone for hours at a time.” (also showed to hubby; we both almost choked from laughing.  Seriously, though, is this more ubiquitous than I realized? )

After reading this, my notion that if I met Bunmi in real life and we lived closer, we’d be besties was cemented.

Conclusion:

SAHMs, WAHMs, and SAHPs/WAHPs; go buy this book. You’ll love it.  It might become your battle cry and your therapy…Oh and working spouses; BUY THIS, READ THIS. It will shed light on the plight of your stay-at-home spouse.  May it help your marriage and communication through a healthy dose of humor and honesty.

If you haven’t read it; let me know what you think once you do! And if you have; how’d you like it? I’d love to know!!!

One last thing….

Surprise! Win your free copy of “Confessions of a Domestic Failure” by entering my giveaway!

Enter giveaway here:

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/7fe365ed10182378

 

 

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