Huffington Post Book Review for Martinis & Motherhood (By Sarah Cottrell)

She likes us!  She really, really likes us (and our martinis). I am super excited to announce that Martinis & Motherhood: Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?! has been reviewed by The Huffington Post’s Sarah Cottrell!  This is how the review begins!  Be sure to head over to Huff Post to read the rest…

Martinis & Motherhood Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?! published by Tipsy Squirrel Press and edited by Shannon Day and Tara Wilson is the newest addition to the world of parenting anthologies. This book is filled with 37 stories that are heartwarming and heartbreaking, humorous and jaw dropping, and encourages the reader to lift up a drink in a toast to the solidarity of motherhood. At the end of each story is a delicious martini recipe complete with a moving or funny toast inspired by the author’s tale…

To read the rest of Sarah Cottrell’s fab review, click here and head over to The Huffington Post.

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“What are you waiting fooooooooooooooor?” (Sang exactly like songstress Ellie Goulding, would sing it!)

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Martinis & Motherhood: Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?! (Now Available)

So excited to announce: THE BOOK IS AVAILABLE!

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Martinis & Motherhood: Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?! is now available on Amazon (CanadaUSAUK and more) in print and Kindle version. * Note, Canadians who’d like to buy the print version of the book will need to order from amazon.com as it is not yet available on amazon.ca.

Martinis and motherhood go hand in hand, but not in a drown-your-sorrows sort of way. We view the relationship, between mom and martini, sort of like that of child and ice cream sundae. It’s a treat! One that busy moms deserve to indulge in. Martini (or mocktini) sipping is a celebratory, and victorious, act best enjoyed in the company of fellow mom friends. Here, within the pages of Martinis & Motherhood you’ll find heart string yanking stories of wonder, coffee spewing tales of woe, and utterly ridiculous accounts of WTF?!; all written by moms who are a lot like…

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Introducing the Woe Contributors…

Meet the Woe writers for our upcoming book: Martinis & Motherhood – Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF!? #WonderWoeWTF

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Woe Shannon DayWhen she’s not spooning her kids on the couch, complaining about the crunchiness of the kitchen floor, or perfecting her towel folding skills, Shannon can be found cocktail shaking and story making over at her site: Martinis & Motherhood. There she ponders the meaning of life, while poking fun at her hot hubby.

Shannon is co-founder of Tipsy Squirrel Press and co-editor of Martinis & Motherhood – Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?! She is a regular contributor for BLUNTmoms and her writing can be found in various online publications, including: Mamapedia, Scary Mommy, Huffington Post, Mamalode, In the Powder Room, Pregnant Chicken, and Sweatpants & Coffee. You can also find some of her stories in print as she’s a contributing author to a few anthologies. Connect with Shannon Day on Facebook and Twitter.

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Tara Wilson is an always-distracted Canadian mom of three tween girls, living in the same suburban town outside Toronto in which she grew up. She writes about raising kids…

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Call for Submissions: Martinis and Motherhood- Tales of Wonder, Woe and WTF?!

This is what’s happening. I’m not gonna lie, I am seriously excited!

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Call for Submissions

Book Title: Martinis and Motherhood – Tales of Wonder, Woe, and WTF?!

General Vibe: One of sisterhood and humour.

Unique Quality: Each story is paired with a customized martini.

Deadline for Submissions: Feb 5th, 2015

Shannon Day, of Martinis and Motherhood, and Tara Wilson, of Don’t Lick the Deck, have teamed up to combine their talents of…drinking and chasing squirrels. Wait that can’t be right…oh yeah, I know what our talents are: celebrating and toasting to our roles as moms! We know that an appreciation for humour, friendship and cocktails, has gotten us to where we are today and we’ve decided that this is the perfect premise for a book…

So, we are currently accepting submissions for our upcoming anthology. This unique collection of stories will make moms howl with laughter, smile with understanding and be…

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What’s Your 7 Minutes in Tahiti? (Fending off the Mom-Meltdown)

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As a parents we’ve all lost it! Snapped. Acted in ways that we’re not proud of. I know I have. And when this happens, all we can do is forgive ourselves (once we let go of the guilt), and seek out ways to prevent the snap or meltdown or the losing of our shit or whatever we call it when our own behavior fails to meet our own expectations. Not to mention, the needs of our kids.

I discovered the key to my own meltdown prevention one evening, during the usual routine. You know it. The one that’s similar to a cyclone. It strikes weekdays between the hours of 4:00 and 8:00 pm.

A typical Evening Cyclone, and the surprises that pop up within it, render me useless by 9pm at which point I rip open a jumbo chocolate bar and plant myself firmly on the couch.

Those hours, leading up to bedtime, are action packed.  They involve an endless flow of food preparation, cleaning up, followed by homework, varying activities, and more cleaning up. Then, bath time and the sorting out of everybody’s things. And, of course, we can’t forget the unpredictable tasks of tantrum management and the keeping of sibling peace (insert frazzled expression).

On the above mentioned, and ever so insightful weekday evening, I was unknowingly on the verge of a discovery. I was also on the verge of a meltdown. My role as peacekeeper was wearing thin and my patience was waning. The girls were messily brushing their teeth. I was sorting the dirty laundry into piles.

My chocolate + couch time was feeling very far away.

I took a few deep breaths, willing my patience to hold out.

Twenty minutes more.

I can do this!

Then my youngest decides (for no apparent reason) to scratch her sister who does not retaliate but instead screeches the most ear piercing, window breaking, instant headache inducing shriek.

Deep breaths.

My eyeballs are, pretty much, akin to those of a bug, at this point.

“You’re alright,” I say to Zed.

“NO story for you tonight,” I inform Mini.

I start to shuffle them all towards their rooms, insanity creeping at my heels.

And then, the front door opens. Hubby is home from work. Up the stairs he comes.

This is my cue.

“I’m outta here,” I say, in a matter of fact manner.

Hubby’s brow furrows.

I turn and walk away, peeling my clothes off layer by layer as I go. I don’t look back but I’m pretty sure they’re watching me.  I open the door, turn on the water and step into the shower. The perplexed look on my hubby’s face is the last thing I see and then steam surrounds me. For that moment, and the six to follow, I am alone in Tahiti.

I immerge from the shower, a new woman. I throw on my robe and I’m ready for story time.

Seven Minutes in Tahiti, for me, on that day was a simple shower. It dissolved the meltdown in its tracks. Sometimes, I find that sending an SOS text to a fellow mom often does the trick too. She’ll text back a photo of her son, missing his bangs or a confession that she’s just been hiding in an undisclosed location scoffing ice cream.

Ahhhhh, 7 Minutes in Tahiti. Where do you find yours?