Thank you all so very much for entering and confessing! I love your words.
I’m thrilled to announce that the winners are Carmen and Rivki!
Everyone else, Confessions of a Scary Mommy is officially available today!
You can order your copy here!
I saw a new mother the other day.
Her hair was loosened around her face, she had spit up on her shirt, and her baby, the one with one sock on and one sock off on an unnaturally cold spring day, was screaming through the store.
When we passed, I had three choices.
Judge, judge, and judge some more.
Look straight ahead and keep walking because ohmygoodness, annoying.
Or, look her in the eye, smile, and make sure she knew that she wasn’t alone. We’ve all been there.
Motherhood is hard.
And we women tend to make it harder by competing with each other and only sharing the lovely swoon-worthy moments.
The ones that warm our hearts and make us look at our husbands with eyes that can only mean one thing: I need another baby.
But what about blow outs up the back and through the hair?
Scream fests in the car? Tantrums in the store? Food flung in our faces?
Sleepless nights? Days that we JustCan’tDoIt? And the poop? Why doesn’t anyone tell us about the poop?
Well, Jill Smokler does.
She’s the author of the wildly popular blog Scary Mommy and the only parenting book that we should all be reading, Confessions of a Scary Mommy: An Honest and Irreverent Look at Motherhood – The Good, The Bad, and The Scary.
I had the opportunity to read an advanced copy of the book because Jill is kind and genuine, transparent and true. And that’s what shines through every single page of this fabulous read.
I curled up and read it in one day.
I found myself nodding in agreement, crying with laughter, and waking Jason up to read parts to him. Doesn’t everyone do that to their husbands? No? Just me?
With every fiber of my being, I want you to read this book, and then pass it on to everyone you know.
Because imagine motherhood where we all take ourselves less seriously, laugh at our mistakes, and most importantly, stand shoulder to shoulder and tell each other all about it.
Just look at how this mothering gig could (and should) be!
Read the first two chapters here.
Preorder the book here.
Or try to win a copy right here!
Leave a comment with a Motherhood Confession for one entry, tweet for another, and Facebook share for a third.
Leave a separate comment for each entry, and do these as many times as you’d like. I want you to have this book.
I’ll randomly choose TWO winners via random.org on April 3rd.
So, it’s confession time! I’ll start. I took the kids to Starbucks this morning in our pajamas (no bra!) because we were (gasp!) out of coffee.
What’s your motherhood confession? (And good luck!)