One of the funniest things that showed the differences between the authors was their approaches to serving food. Beth, for example, says, “I don’t do cupcakes,” and goes on to write about bringing Dunkin Donuts Munchkins to her son’s bake sale. Yvette, on the other hand, says she cooks out of guilt, as if elaborately planned and executed meals and dinner parties make up for the time she spends away from her kids. (The chapters on food also have recipes, including a chicken tenders breaded with whole wheat panko. I’m anxious to try that one.)
My one gripe, though, is that the book assumes that the reader can easily adapt her schedule to work from home at least part of the time… which isn’t always possible. Sadly, I think companies that understand the value of telecommuting employees are in the minority, at least in this state where I live. (Ironically, I would probably do more work, not less, if I were working from home, especially since I spend a good part of my days waiting for things that don’t post until the late afternoon… right before I need to go home.) It also assumes that the reader works in an office (which I do, but which many moms do not) and has a fairly predictable schedule.
There are a lot of moments in this book that made me laugh out loud, though. I could relate to a number of things they discussed, and some I can just imagine are coming my way as Baby C gets older. But I’ll have to say that the book was a wonderfully funny and fresh perspective on how to juggle being a wife and mother who works outside the home.