This book had been sitting out for a couple of weeks and I grabbed it in a fit of needing something to read in the bathtub. Yeah, I said that. Sorry for the visual. I didn’t want to put it down and it didn’t matter that I was still sitting in the bathtub, now in cold water. More visuals, right?
This book is not going to challenge the ol’ noggin, but holy cow, did it make me feel a lot better about having some of these thoughts that I think I shouldn’t be having as a faux-parent. I chuckled out loud (I don’t LOL, sorry) a few times while reading it and, once again, gained a whole new appreciation for single parents.
If had a journal of my first year with The Kid, it’s possible someone would think I’d never been around kids before. I can really appreciate Lamott’s honesty and, if we ever procreate, I won’t feel nearly as bad about thinking my kid’s going to die every time it takes a nap. I already felt like that for the first two years with my dog.
In summary (I’ve been wanting to use that for a while now in some capacity), I super enjoyed Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year and I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. It’s a fast read. It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s real. Plus, I totally have it if you want to borrow it.