Added to this there is much sentimentality, as if this book is actually a legacy for her children, interspersed with amusing anecdotes of raising children.

I will say that there are a couple of laugh out loud moments but overall these are much scarcer than the synopsis or blurb would have you believe. The reviews for it have been astoundingly favourable and there is actually nothing to really dislike about it but overall it is a rehash of the authors, now famous, blog. We’ve all been there.įirstly, I will caveat this review, by saying I really wanted to love this book. I’d recommend this to all newbie parents. I guess it means the author will just have to write another book as a mum of three. Again though, that’s life, circumstances change and families expand. It’s also a little outdated now as the author has since gone on to have another child, which changes the tone of some of her comments about the baby period being over. A lot of this feels rather gratuitous, and more a personal memoir for the authors’s boys (nothing wrong with that, but I found the sections where she speaks directly to her children a little grating). There’s power in the perspective and reflection, and I enjoyed reading about the good times and the bad. I think that’s what I gained most out of this book. Mum guilt is real, but it’s also ok to draw a line under today and start again. A trip to B&Q is often the only light on the horizon of an otherwise groundhog style day.īut you know what? It’s ok not be be ok all of the time. It’s boring at times (ten episodes of Hey Duggee in a row is enough to drive the sanest person over the edge), and lonely. I know it isn’t all baking (I hate baking) and doing ‘fun’ things with chubby cheeked angels - but it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who knows this. I’m a seasoned mother of two (soon to be three). There’s a certain amount of solidarity you share with someone who’s gone through a similar parenting experience to yourself.

The Unmumsy Mum by Sarah Turner