Stuff My Mother Says: Read This Book

Motherhood gives me great happiness, but I am not shy to admit that the challenges we face sometimes put us in situations that bring me down, way down, where I shamefully flounder about in my inertia until something external lifts me up. Yes, I need to find a way to use something INTERNAL to lift me instead, but this week I had the good fortune to stumble on a book that served as a mighty crane to hoist me from the dumps. I got such a high from this book that, against my better reason, I must share it with those of you who might also find it useful.

This book has nothing to do with autism. It is not intellectual. I found a typo. It is laced with profanity to the point that it uses an asterisk in the title. PC it is surely is not. If I hadn't read it on my iPhone via Kindle, I might have hid it in my garage. But you know about the research on how laughing clubs in some parts of the world provide tremendous benefits to people on an emotional and spiritual, sometimes even physical, level? Yeah, you don't need to Google the nearest one or travel to another continent if you want to laugh and feel good, you just need to get this book and read it. I went from weary wallow to hysterical hiccups in under an hour. I escaped stress, fear, anxiety, and fatigue, and I didn't have to learn anything, or agonize, or analyze, or emote, or anything but just observe, relate, and laugh.

Now, if bad language offends you, or if you saw no humor in Archie Bunker or the Roseanne show, don't read it. I don't want you to think less of me.

So, the book is called "Sh*t My Dad Says." Sue me if it's a crime: It cracks me up.

I'm already writing my next post in my head, about stuff my mother says...

And I can't help but wonder if one day my kids will write something about stuff I say. It's a scary thought; I surely don't give them much funny material. Tonight I heard Peaches whine to her dad, "Daddddyyyyyyy! Mommy just keeps saying only, 'uh huh.' Every time. It's all she says. 'Uh huh.'"