I am not a writer.
Sure, I wrote this book, but I am not an actual
writer. At least, I don’t think of myself that way.
I’m a graphic designer by trade, and I took some time off from work when my kids were babies. I knew I’d eventually have to go back to a salary to help pay the bills, but I was going to milk living in yoga pants and not showering until dinnertime for as long as I possibly could. There was nothing about wearing heels and lipstick to an office that I missed, but the slothfulness did come with a cost. While I certainly didn’t miss the work,
I missed having...
Chapter 1 BEING A SCARY MOMMY
• I confess that most days, I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. Everyone thinks I have it all together—good wife, good mom, successful career—but I really don’t. I’m ready to stop pretending to be perfect now.
• I tried for seven years to get pregnant and now that I’m a mother, I wonder whether it was all worth it.
• If I have to watch Barney
one more time, I may have to stick a fork in my eye. Actually, then I’d get some attention. Maybe not such a bad idea.