We have all heard the stories about poor women inflicted with the condition commonly known as ‘Baby Brain.’ Women who have brushed their teeth with haemmaroid cream, forgotten how to use the microwave, and left their baby on the bus! Thankfully I have never done any of those things. Which is about the only thing I have to be thankful for as far as Baby Brain goes.
I was absolutely thrilled to be sent a copy of the book Confessions of a Mother Inferior to review. If you read my Little Loves posts on Fridays, you will know I am a big fan of most books, with a particular persuasion towards those that might come under the ChickLit category. (Although I think the official name is Humour and Women’s Popular Fiction, according the publisher, Britain’s Next Bestseller.)