I read this in one day and it felt a little like work. I just felt like I was reading the authors journals in book/fiction form. Her observations of the minutia of parenthood were very funny, but the store is a wearisome one that I find myself seeing over and over: mother goes back to work and struggles against the Machine, childless and childlike co-workers, venal bosses, and passive aggressive managers. Like How To Be A Grown-Up by the authors of the Nanny Diaries. What’s a good name for this tiresome genre? Must figure that out.
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