BOOK Giveaway: When Did I Get Like This?
By Jackie Burrell
Monday, March 29th, 2010 at 4:47 pm in Books, Contest.
Whoo boy. We’ve all been there and we’ve all asked ourselves that question, “When Did I Get Like This?” Amy Wilson’s new book, subtitled “The Screamer, the Worrier, the Dinosaur-Chicken-Nugget-Buyer & Other Mothers I Swore I’d Never Be,” is by turns hilarious and heartbreaking. No wonder, she’s the author of the off-Broadway hit, “Motherload.”
The book doesn’t hit bookstores till next week but we’re giving away a sneak peek copy right now and all you have to do is… tell us about the first time you realized you were turning into your mother. Click “comments” and share, and we’ll pick a winner’s name next Monday, April 5.
P.S. Congrats, by the way, to Kristie who won last week’s “Emmeline” book giveaway! And if you’re still looking for great ideas for things to tuck into your little darlings’ Easter basket, be sure to check out that list in the comments section. It’s completely awesome.
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March 29th, 2010 at 6:44 pm
The first time I realized I was turning into my mother was when my daughter asked “why”? and I answered “Because I said so”. Thanks for the giveaway…looks like a fun read!
April 2nd, 2010 at 2:39 am
The first time I realized I was turning into my mother was when I woke my perfectly sound sleeping infant to make sure he was ok…who does that?!?!?! Worry wort I have become! Looking forward to reading the book!
April 3rd, 2010 at 11:38 am
I have always thought I was just like my mother but when I asked her opinion on this she politely told me that I could never be like or turn into Grandma.What a sweet daughter I have.
April 12th, 2010 at 8:44 pm
We don’t become our mothers until we are cleaning something off the floor on our knees and look down to see that our breasts look like 2 hanging 2 liter bottles and we are only B cups … and we yell, “Who spilled the lemonade down the cupboards . . . if I told you once I’ve told you a thousand times . . .” and three new eyebrow hairs suddenly pop out on our chins, so long that we see them in the reflection of the refrigerator. Then Bingo sounds like more fun than sex and we carry coupons where our money used to be.
Catherine