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Why Mummy Swears
by Gill Sims
I thought I was going to love this. I like reading things about "honest parenting" - anything that reassures me that I'm not the only mother muttering FFS around the house all day long. And in a world now full of potty training, Peppa Pig, and a toddler who refuses to eat his vegetables, I could write a book myself about the reasons why Mummy swears. But they weren't the same as Gill's.
Maybe it's because the children in Why Mummy Swears are older than my two, or maybe it's because the book is more about the mother and her first-world problems than just her parenting life, but I just couldn't get on with this book. Of course there were elements of it that I could relate to, but they were very sparse and there wasn't enough on them.
I thought this diary-style book was going to be more about parenting woes, not about the life of a woman on a quest to find her dream job and follow her passions. Good for her, but that wasn't what I was here for. I couldn't even enjoy the scenes involving the writer's altercations with her husband. I have the same frustrations daily, but there was so much resentment between the two that I just found it awkward.
Sadly, I just couldn't find the humour in this. I may be a stressed-out working-from-home mum, but I definitely don't have the same kinds of pressures that this writer does. I thought that because we both swear a lot, we were bound to get on, but that wasn't the case.
Maybe it's because the children in Why Mummy Swears are older than my two, or maybe it's because the book is more about the mother and her first-world problems than just her parenting life, but I just couldn't get on with this book. Of course there were elements of it that I could relate to, but they were very sparse and there wasn't enough on them.
I thought this diary-style book was going to be more about parenting woes, not about the life of a woman on a quest to find her dream job and follow her passions. Good for her, but that wasn't what I was here for. I couldn't even enjoy the scenes involving the writer's altercations with her husband. I have the same frustrations daily, but there was so much resentment between the two that I just found it awkward.
Sadly, I just couldn't find the humour in this. I may be a stressed-out working-from-home mum, but I definitely don't have the same kinds of pressures that this writer does. I thought that because we both swear a lot, we were bound to get on, but that wasn't the case.