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I’m not much of a fiction writer, but I’ve always enjoyed concocting stories about strangers. I love imagining how that single running shoe ended up in the middle of the street, where that woman on the airplane is going, what life is like in my next-door neighbor’s house (and why does he think it’s appropriate to run the leaf blower in the back yard for two hours straight?).
If you love peeking in the windows of other people’s lives, you’re sure to enjoy Heather Davis’ book TMI Mom: Oversharing My Life. Heather is also known as the Minivan Momma, and she’s taken oversharing to a whole new level, even talking about peeing in the shower on “The Dr. Oz Show.”
I first got to know Heather because she was part of the local Listen to Your Mother Show last year. This year she’s co-producing her own show in Oklahoma City, which takes place this weekend.
This piece and the Dr. Oz peeing in the shower story are just a couple of the essays in her new book. Heather is a working momma of two kids trying to keep the spark with her husband, hit the snooze button as many times as possible and get through the day without too much sangria.
She writes of the impossibility of enjoying soccer, the difficulties of home cooking when the assemble-it-yourself place shuts down, the hardships of being a non-morning person who has to get herself and two other people to school on time, the perils of the potty and why no mom gets to go alone and much, much more.
There are some cringe-worthy stories here, for sure. You’ll know long before the end why she calls herself the TMI Mom. But you’ll also laugh, and probably see a bit of yourself in these stories as well.
I think that’s the best thing writing about parenting can do: make us feel like we’re not alone. We’ve all had sick kids, sleeping husbands, crazed trips to “Hellmart” and the feeling that we may never be alone again.
We also all understand that if you can’t laugh at yourself there’s probably something wrong.
And if you can’t laugh at yourself, at least laugh at Heather. Trust me, she’s laughing, too.