Happier Hour was absolutely nails-on-a-chalkboard for me, almost from start to finish. (Yes, I did finish - only because I was in the mood to see what else Holmes would say next that would drive me insane.) The wealth, privilege, sexism, and out-of-touch-ness just oozed from her perky little fingers throughout every page.
-Decide that taking care of your home is getting in the way of your happiness? Hire someone to clean it for you! Cost too much? Hire someone just to clean your floors!
-Decide you would rather spend time with your family than cook? Have a meal service deliver healthy, wholesome meals to your doorstep each night so you just have to put them on the table!
-Decide that you are happier working in part of the world with more sunshine? Just up and move your whole family cross-country!
-Decide you want to spend more time with your daughter? Leave work every Thursday at 2 to go with her to dance class!
-Decide you need more time for yourself in the mornings? Get your husband to take on kid duties a few mornings per week, even if it means watching your son go to kindergarten in mismatching socks!
-Decide you want to make sure you have guaranteed time as a couple? Pay for a standing babysitter every Friday so you Have to go out!
-Because "almost everyone has weekends," make sure to treat them as vacations and not as time to get things done!
-Make sure to take time to read the entire newspaper with your coffee!
Holmes also:
-Bans laptops in her classroom, not realizing some learning disabled kids might find it helpful to take notes on them or record parts to re-listen/watch later.
-Recommends catching up on phone time with friends and family while driving, about 6 pages after stating that people on phones in cars are more dangerous than drunk drivers.
-Never mentions male S.O.'s or spouses as actively helping with kids or household chores, except in the case above, where her husband apparently is incapable of finding socks that match. It's always the women doing the cleaning, driving, laundry, cooking, etc.
What. The Actual. F??????
I'm done now.