At the weekend I bought The Unmumsy Mum Diary. I wouldn’t say I had long awaited it, it’s existence had only come into my knowledge a couple of weeks beforehand, but, having read and enjoyed her first book, I was looking forward to reading more.
My verdict? I couldn’t put it down. I pretty much read it in one sitting. I wouldn’t say it was for everyone, my mum in particular simply didn’t get the humour… I was in the car with her at one point whilst reading it, and laughed out loud at several points. When I read it out to her she looked blankly back at me.
If you’re anything like me though, you’ll love it. There were several key parts of the book where I found myself literally lol-ing, but I read most of it with a small smile on my face, feeling like it could be my own life I was reading about.
And ultimately I think that is what draws me to people like Sarah Turner (aka The Unmumsy Mum). The raw honesty in her writing, the fact that nothing is off limits, even thrush (and the term ‘fedgie’ which I now aim to slot into as many conversations as humanly possible).
It’s like getting to know a friend better, listening to all their anecdotes, their history, the thing that makes them them.
And the reason I particularly like reading the unmumsy mum? Her life doesn’t sound completely unattainable. In fact, prior to her huge blog success and subsequent book deals, her life sounds rather similar to a lot of mums (including me). She recounts tales that are hilarious in their own right, but that you can relate to as the situations aren’t too far removed from your own life.
Even now that she’s gone all famous, she still comes across as totally down to earth. It’s refreshing to see someone who hasn’t been changed by their success, who isn’t too stuck up to respond to tweets, to messages from her huge following of fans. What I love in the book is that Sarah uses quotes from said fans within the book, including some bloody fantastic stories, which had me almost peeing my pants laughing (not that hard a feat, having had three kids my pelvic floor is pretty much non existent). I must admit I got a little starstruck when she replied to my tweet at the weekend.
I’ve never really adapted well to the role of mum. It was kind of thrust upon me when I was still at university, and I do sometimes feel I never really grew up, I just kind of put on a charade, which is why it’s so nice to read these books. I feel less like a failure by reading about the ‘failures’ of other mums.
On a night like tonight, when Ed came home from work only to go back out again to a martial arts class leaving me with the three kids, after an already long day, with Benjamin screaming constantly unless I hold him, and Carly’s poorly tummy meaning she’s already changed pj bottoms twice, I can take comfort in knowing that out there are other mums also struggling and wishing they’d had the foresight to pick up a bottle of wine at the shops.
If you can relate to this, you will definitely enjoy reading The Unmumsy Mum Diary. Just don’t read the story about the post labour poo whilst eating, as I did…