Today we're over at fellow author, Mad Cow's cowshed.
Extract:
"Ahhh just the book I’ve been looking for.
Or was looking for, before my self-imposed ban on reading any sort of parenting book, ever again (at least, until I have to read over my own) lest I resort, yet again, to hurling books across bedrooms, whilst feeding a newborn and screaming about sanctimonious know it alls who are not in my bedroom as my right nipple is being removed by the gums of a 6 week old and the thought of wine makes me want to vomit
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Um .. where was I? Oh, yes. Then this book, Cocktails at Naptime arrived in my post office box. Sadly, a little late, as my “baby” is now two, and we all know you are no longer a mother once your child hits the golden age of two years old. Just check out all the “parenting” websites. And the “we interviewed some mothers about who they want as our next prime minister” in the paper, and had a lovely large group photo of them; all with babies, save for the one kid who was “two years old”.
I was most excited about the title, thinking I was going to be treated to a selection of cocktail recipes you can whip up with a bub hanging off your boob, or perhaps tips on how to mix a margarita and a bottle of formula without confusing the two. Sadly, this was not to be.
Also, this “naptime” business … what is this?"
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