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The Grass Is Always Greener On The Other Side
Some suburban moms just can't catch a break. There is humor in raising kids, guinea pigs, soccer moms and Nutella. Toss in two new roommates to make ends meet, crazy daily chaos and a desire to have the green grass she once had, you get a story about a mom that makes it all work out. A light, uplifting read, that any mom could easily relate to. Humor in all the right spots and just a touch of romance to give it all a happy ending.
This book is dedicated to all the moms in my life. We have laughed through the most diverse oddities and cried about the worst. We talk about our kids with hopes and wishes, and we complain about them like nobody's business. We are the most important people in our family's lives yet we are often the most unappreciated. This book is to you. May you remember that the grass IS NOT always greener on the other side.
I stood up fast and mentally shook off my fall, even though my hip was throbbing like a son of a bitch. "Fine. I'll be right there." I shouted out through the thick steel door. I opened the door, unprepared for the hunky man in brown uniform and he obviously did not expect me, I smiled while my arms reached out for his electronic signing pad.
Although, I had no idea why he had such a look of disgust or amusement all wrapped into one single sentence. "Maybelline Briggs sign here." I signed and then he handed me my package and practically bolted down the steps from my front porch.
I on the other hand stood there with my package in hand and a quick thought crossed my mind. 'Oh shit!' I had opened the door in my granny underwear; my good ones were in the washer and my long faded gray tee shirt that doubled as a sleep shirt and had a few holes in bad places. Not to mention that the Nutella and I looked as if we had a coco spread war and it won. The whole front of my shirt covered in small smears of chocolaty creamy goodness, made me look like an unwholesome picture of goodness.
Just as I looked back up from inspecting my attire, to hearing the brown delivery truck start up, I caught the hunky man in his brown uniform click off a picture or video of me on his camera phone. My mouth dropped open wide and my eyes squinted. Not cool.
"No I get it but I couldn't help to think. It kind of goes back to that question of the one thing I want. I want green grass damn it. I deserve it. I want my actually grass to be green again which will take a sprinkler repair and new sod. I don't have the money for that. However, in the metaphorically speaking sense, I want green grass. I want to have the money to spruce myself up passed this frumpy point I've allowed. This isn't about looks; it's about self-confidence and what a woman has to do to get to that point." I put my hand up to stop his throat clearing. "Look, we as women are our own worst critic. However, we also need these things so we can look in the mirror to say, 'ah, my grass is looking pretty green'. If it takes a box of hair color, a new outfit or to shed a few pounds to make the grass seem green then so be it. I will agree with you though. Those women over forty, searching for the holy grail of twenty, they need to reexamine their heads about aging and youth." I turned sideways to him and smiled hugely. It was a, I am drunk and babbling smile. Tied in with, you are incredibly gorgeous and inhumanly manly with your demeanor smile. In other words, how do I keep me one of these, before you poof out of my life, smile.
This book is dedicated to all the moms in my life. We have laughed through the most diverse oddities and cried about the worst. We talk about our kids with hopes and wishes, and we complain about them like nobody's business. We are the most important people in our family's lives yet we are often the most unappreciated. This book is to you. May you remember that the grass IS NOT always greener on the other side.
I stood up fast and mentally shook off my fall, even though my hip was throbbing like a son of a bitch. "Fine. I'll be right there." I shouted out through the thick steel door. I opened the door, unprepared for the hunky man in brown uniform and he obviously did not expect me, I smiled while my arms reached out for his electronic signing pad.
Although, I had no idea why he had such a look of disgust or amusement all wrapped into one single sentence. "Maybelline Briggs sign here." I signed and then he handed me my package and practically bolted down the steps from my front porch.
I on the other hand stood there with my package in hand and a quick thought crossed my mind. 'Oh shit!' I had opened the door in my granny underwear; my good ones were in the washer and my long faded gray tee shirt that doubled as a sleep shirt and had a few holes in bad places. Not to mention that the Nutella and I looked as if we had a coco spread war and it won. The whole front of my shirt covered in small smears of chocolaty creamy goodness, made me look like an unwholesome picture of goodness.
Just as I looked back up from inspecting my attire, to hearing the brown delivery truck start up, I caught the hunky man in his brown uniform click off a picture or video of me on his camera phone. My mouth dropped open wide and my eyes squinted. Not cool.
"No I get it but I couldn't help to think. It kind of goes back to that question of the one thing I want. I want green grass damn it. I deserve it. I want my actually grass to be green again which will take a sprinkler repair and new sod. I don't have the money for that. However, in the metaphorically speaking sense, I want green grass. I want to have the money to spruce myself up passed this frumpy point I've allowed. This isn't about looks; it's about self-confidence and what a woman has to do to get to that point." I put my hand up to stop his throat clearing. "Look, we as women are our own worst critic. However, we also need these things so we can look in the mirror to say, 'ah, my grass is looking pretty green'. If it takes a box of hair color, a new outfit or to shed a few pounds to make the grass seem green then so be it. I will agree with you though. Those women over forty, searching for the holy grail of twenty, they need to reexamine their heads about aging and youth." I turned sideways to him and smiled hugely. It was a, I am drunk and babbling smile. Tied in with, you are incredibly gorgeous and inhumanly manly with your demeanor smile. In other words, how do I keep me one of these, before you poof out of my life, smile.
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First published April 30, 2011
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February 16, 2015
A light fun read full of Nutella! What more could you want? A romantic comedy about a Mum trying to make ends meet after a divorce and coping with menopause. I found the characters likable, especially the handsome love interest, who was a real gentleman. It was great to see the characters grow throughout the book. A dreamy happily ever after.
January 17, 2019
Loved this book, humor was nice. I even laughed a few times. I adore books with humor. It has just about all in it, lost love, new love, kids that drive you nuts, ex's, roommates so much more. Is really a book to keep and re-read.
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