As a mother of 4 children, 3 of whom are boys, this book called to me. I was ready for a light read, full of funny anecdotes on life in a houseful of males.
I was disappointed....
While I could relate to a lot of Sharon's stories & have definitely felt the brunt of living in a house so full of testosterone, I just didn't really find this book that amusing. In fact, rather than a quick read, it seemed to drag on & on....
In the end, I feel I gave it a valiant effort, though I only made it about a third of the way through the book.
Full disclosure, I try my darndest to finish each & every book I begin. (True story) *BUT* as a mother of 4, who has an Etsy shop, a part-time job & a husband who is rarely home, my reading time is a hot commodity. I think @ this point, I judge books a bit more harshly. There are so many AMAZING books & in no way enough time to read them all, so I choose not to spend my time reading ones that I ding 'hum-drum'... (Also a true story. )