Friday, October 31, 2014

Book Review: Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan

Dad Is Fat

I received this book for free from Blogging for Books for this review.

I finally received my copy of Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan and it is laugh out loud funny.  Gaffigan is such a funny guy, and hearing about his large family in their teeny-tiny apartment is hilarious.  He's constantly giving props to his wife for being so wonderful, but you still kind of get the feeling that sometimes he's the dad that pretends to sleep so he doesn't have to get up and change the kid.

The only part that annoyed me was, within his complaining about their tiny apartment (and how you buying this book is helping him get a bigger place for his family to live) he talks about the vacations they take.  While booking hotels.  And staying in a giant tour bus.  That's great--but maybe you could take some of that crazy vacation money and apply it toward a bigger apartment?  Just sayin'.

Overall a very funny, quick read I think anyone with kids will like.

Legwarmers--80's Style

My boss wanted to be 80's girl (Totally Awesome) for Halloween.  You don't understand--my boss LOVES Halloween.  She says it's the best day of the year. 

So she chose her costume, but she didn't know where to get legwarmers.  Hark:  Here are some knitting skills, a free pattern I found on Ravelry, and some Red Heart acrylic in Dayglow to set the mood. 

These are my youngest daughter's feet.  Complete with cut and evidently smiley face drawn on.

I'm so glad I made them, and honestly, I am in love with the yarn color.  And the happiness they brought my boss to tie in her costume (with neon green socks) made it all worth it.

I'm Tired.

I'm just plain worn down.  Like to the point where I don't know why I do anything I do.  And my husband doesn't know why I do anything I do, but if I don't do it, it doesn't get done.

I'm tired of never feeling good enough.

I'm tired of always caring.

I'm tired of always saying yes.

I'm tired of worrying about money.

I'm tired of constantly doing for my kids, who don't appreciate it anyway.  But the opposite of this is feeling like a bad mom who will have kids in therapy saying their mother never cared about them if I don't do it.

I'm tired of looking in the mirror and seeing that I'm fat (although it's not what everyone else sees.  At least they don't say it.  That's something.)

I'm tired of being the person to worry about Halloween costumes, carving pumpkins, Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas presents, birthday parties, etc etc etc and there is never anyone that helps me with them.  If I didn't do them, they wouldn't get done, and that's not ok.  Are there things I can let go and not worry about?  Sure.  But some things, you just can't.

I'm tired of being screwed over by people because it's not "professional" to say anything.  No, I don't want to teach 2 extra people after we signed a contract because you said, "Hope it's ok..."  It's not ok.  But I don't say that.

I'm tired of my professor for my one class this semester who can't *quite* give me full marks.  It always has to be .25 or .5 less than full marks.  Because I am just not. that. good.

I'm tired of my husband telling me to change, and stop worrying, and WTF is the matter with me, and why won't I love him, and why do I have to be so negative, and what if it did that and....and....and....

I'm tired of trying so damn hard, and it's never enough.  I sewed my daughter's Halloween costume--what she wanted to be--and when she didn't get as many compliments as her brother's costume (he went as jellybeans--2 garbage bags, $6 worth of balloons, tape and a Jelly Belly label on the front) she stomped her foot and had a fit. 

I'm tired of seeing other people so joyful, and I can't get there.  And when I do I feel like something is wrong with me, or I am waiting for the next thing to come along and ruin it.

I'm tired of hearing "I'll take care of it" or "I'll come up with something" and I know it's lies.  I'm tired of things being broken-cars, dishwashers, the friggin air conditioning--and that's ok that we live with that broken.  That's ok that we go without.

I'm tired of things being the way they are.  And if I improve and things around me don't, what's the point?