I Want My Epidural Back: Adventures in Mediocre Parenting

Now that Iamp;#8217;m a mom, I know the most painful part isnamp;#8217;t getting something giant through your hooha. Itamp;#8217;s having a real live child.

If you are the kind of mom who shapes your kiddoamp;#8217;s organic quinoa into reproductions of the Mona Lisa, do not read this book. If you stayed up pastamp;#160;midnightamp;#160;to create posters for your PTO presidential campaign, do not read this book. If you look down your nose at parents who have Dominoamp;#8217;s pizza on speed dial, do not read this book.

But if you are the kind of parent who accidentally goes ballistic on your rugrats every morning because they wonamp;#8217;t put their shoes on and then you feel super guilty about it all day so you take them to McDonalds for a special treat but really itamp;#8217;s because you opened up your freezer and panicked because you forgot to buy more frozen pizzas, then absolutely read this book.

I WANT MY EPIDURAL BACKamp;#160;is a celebration of mediocre parents and how awesome they are and how their kids love them just as much as children with perfect parents. Karen Alpertamp;#8217;s honest but hilarious observations, stories, quips and pictures will have you nodding your head and peeing in your pants. Or on the toilet if youamp;#8217;re smart and read it there.