For every mama craving more-more sympathy and support, more peace and quiet, more time to herself, more patience-celebrated columnist Stephenie B. Freeman delivers a hearty dose of perspective and wit with her priceless, day-in-the-life true tales from a mama knee deep in dirty diapers and over the moon for her two kids (the cheese addict and the one with an uncanny resemblance to Curious George). Admittedly losing her mind faster than her baby fat, Freeman dares to find the humor in the chaos and the poignancy in the otherwise absurd. Whether she's debating squeezing herself into "Old McDonald's Jungle Gym of Germs" to retrieve her panicky tot, chastising her husband for forgetting to send her flowers on giving-birth day, painstakingly removing poop from a wicker chair ("it requires a scrub brush, toothpicks, and a lot of patience"), or deeply regretting the day she first cut the crust off of her son's sandwich, Freeman writes candidly about the hilarious trials and countless joys of parenting. Freeman's refreshingly honest, delightfully reassuring, and uncannily familiar chronicles will resonate with frazzled moms everywhere whose blessings are many and who love their kids like crazy.