I love my kids. I love being a mom. I love sarcasm. Put them all together and write a book based on a blog and here you have it!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS:

When reading the cover, I saw the author was “AKA Baby Sideburns.” In researching, I found the blog that sounds like me. It was entertaining, and I promptly added it to my TBR pile, where it sat until a lovely thing called a pandemic hit. And my kids were with me. All. Day. Long. My love for them never wavered, but wow, 24/7 parenting while working was a lot. I needed someone to commiserate with. Enter I Heart My Little A-holes.

SUMMARY: When your son wakes you up at 3:00 A.M. because he wants to watch Caillou, he’s an a-hole. When your daughter outlines every corner of your living room with a purple crayon, she’s an a-hole. When your rug rats purposely decorate the kitchen ceiling with their smoothies, they’re a-holes. So it’s only natural to want to kill them sometimes. Of course you can’t because you’d go to prison, and then you’d really never get to poop alone again. Plus, there’s that whole loving them more than anything in the whole world thing. I Heart My Little A-Holes is full of hilarious stories, lists, thoughts and pictures that will make you laugh so hard you’ll wish you were wearing a diaper.

WHAT I LOVED:

All of it. I read a different “sarcastic mothering” book a few weeks ago, and I hated it. It was not my type of humor at all, and I felt like it was written in a “I’m better than you at being a mom – haha just kidding – but no I’m not. You suck and here are all the reasons why.” This story was the opposite. It felt like a mom sharing war stories. Never judging. Only telling it like it is, and sharing sarcastic thoughts. Does she love her children? Without a doubt. Do they drive her up a wall? Absolutely? Does she share in my coping mechanisms of shouting in her head about her children being Satan? Yes, I do believe she does.

I lived through her chapter on travelling with kids, complete with being pulled out of line by TSA, being felt up all over, and all because a box of kid books we packed for the plan had shown up in the xray as a bomb. Yes. A bomb. True story. My screaming 2 year old, the harried look on my face, and my husband having no clue all added up to I was carrying a bomb in my carry on next to the diapers and stuffed animals. The manager just kept apologizing. Now I scream “IT’S A BOMB!” when I throw the box of books at my husband.

WHAT MADE ME SCRATCH MY HEAD: 

How many poop stories can one mom share?

(Answer: a ton. A s*$% ton if you will)

FINAL THOUGHTS:

I laughed. I shook my head in agreement. I laughed some more. I give this book 5 out of 5. Any fellow moms with a sense of humor – this book may be for you!!