Джилл Симс – лучшие книги

Добро пожаловать в мир типичной мамы! Папа любит гаджеты, сын Питер и дочь Джейн разводят огонь и пытаются убить друг друга, а маме просто нужен перерыв... Маме исполняется 39. Она была уверена, что в 40 будет элегантной утонченной леди, которая изъясняется на французском, строит успешную карьеру и знает толк в искусстве и литературе. Но образование ей не пригодилось, и она застряла на заурядной должности на полставки, потому что так удобнее следить за детьми. Мама пишет дневник о том, что волнует любую маму: как сложно воспитывать детей, что делать со страхом быть плохим родителем, как не «жить только для своих детей» и как не…

Добро пожаловать в мир типичной мамы! Муж в постоянных экзотических командировках, сын не отлипает от айпада, дочь мечтает стать звездой Инстаграма и разбогатеть, поучая весь мир стильной жизни. Мама изо всех сил пытается сохранить брак и семью в доме, где дети и плесень совершенно отбились от рук, но помогать ей готов лишь верный и благородный терьер Джаджи. Вдобавок к этому у мамы новый челлендж — работа мечты в крутом IT-стартапе, где к работающим матерям относятся не очень. Справится ли она? Мама пишет дневник о том, что волнует любую маму: как сложно воспитывать детей и сохранять семью, не быть "только мамой" и не терять…

Добро пожаловать в мир типичной мамы! Любимый муж стал бывшим, сын Питер и дочь Джейн превратились в неуправляемых подростков и живут в виртуальном мире, и даже верный пес Джаджи обижается на маму, когда та уезжает на работу. Мама старается быть ближе с детьми, но те лишь фыркают и мычат. Она пытается создать уют в новом доме, но на стенах появляются пятна сырости, а с кухни исчезает вся еда и посуда. И как перестать переживать по каждому пустяку и отпустить ситуацию? Мама пишет дневник о том, что волнует многих женщин: как воспитывать детей и не нанести им психологическую травму, как оставаться привлекательной и не терять чувство…

Эллен так долго была мамой и женой, что полностью растерялась. И несмотря на ее титанические усилия, ни один из обожаемых членов ее семьи так и не знает, где в доме искать корзину для грязного белья, или в чем разница между скукой и голодом, или что фраза "Мамочка, я никак не могу этого найти" - совсем не то же самое, что активные поиски!
Полностью одурев от школьных экзаменов деток и испытаний в автошколе, она делает все возможное и невозможное, чтобы удержать свою семью на плаву, даже когда каждый тянет одеяло на себя и норовит улизнуть в нежелательном направлении - не забывая потребовать у нее сверток с бутербродами и яблоком поутру. Она чувствует себя восьмируким, но недооцененным индийским божеством.
Единственное, что мама знает наверняка, - чем старше дети, тем крупнее бокал нужно запасти. Смешное и лирическое завершение серии маминых откровений.

The hilarious second novel, and Sunday Times No 1 Bestseller, from author of the smash hit Why Mummy Drinks.
Monday, 25 July
The first day of the holidays. I suppose it could've been worse. I brightly announced that perhaps it might be a lovely idea to go to a stately home and learn about some history. As soon as we got there I remembered why I don't use the flipping National Trust membership - because National Trust properties are full of very precious and breakable items, and very precious and breakable items don't really mix with children, especially not small boys.
Where I had envisaged childish faces glowing with wonder as they took in the treasures of our nation's illustrious past, we instead had me shouting `Don't touch, DON'T TOUCH, FFS DON'T TOUCH!" while stoutly shod pensioners tutted disapprovingly and drafted angry letters to the Daily Mail in their heads.
How many more days of the holiday are there?
Welcome to Mummy's world...
The Boy Child Peter is connected to his iPad by an umbilical cord, The Girl Child Jane is desperate to make her fortune as an Instagram lifestyle influencer, while Daddy is constantly off on exotic business trips...
Mummy's marriage is feeling the strain, her kids are running wild and the house is steadily developing a forest of mould. Only Judgy, the Proud and Noble Terrier, remains loyal as always.
Mummy has also found herself a new challenge, working for a hot new tech start-up. But not only is she worrying if, at forty-two, she could actually get up off a bean bag with dignity, she's also somehow (accidentally) rebranded herself as a single party girl who works hard, plays hard and doesn't have to run out when the nanny calls in sick.
Can Mummy keep up the facade while keeping her family afloat? Can she really get away with wearing `comfy trousers' to work? And, more importantly, can she find the time to pour herself a large G+T?
Probably effing not.

Tuesday 8th September
First day back at school. I am going to 100% nail being a school mummy this year. I can totally do this. Yes, this year is definitely going to be much better - I am absolutely not going to shout at the children, let them stuff their faces with crisps or goggle away on the iPad. And I most certainly will not slump on the sofa at the end of the day, glugging wine and muttering 'FML' repeatedly.
Unfortunately I have not yet actually managed to buy the bento boxes for their lunches or book jiu jitsu lessons, and I will have to learn to like green tea, as it is foul, and I have not yet mastered French plaits, but I am quietly confident that these are mere details in my grand master plan…
It is Mummy's 39th birthday. She is staring down the barrel of a future of people asking if she wants to come to their advanced yoga classes, and polite book clubs where everyone claims to be tiddly after a glass of Pinot Grigio and says things like 'Oooh gosh, are you having another glass?'
But Mummy does not want to go quietly into that good night of women with sensible haircuts who 'live for their children' and stand in the playground trying to trump each other with their offspring's extracurricular activities and achievements, and boasting about their latest holidays.
Instead, she clutches a large glass of wine, muttering 'FML' over and over again. Until she remembers the gem of an idea she's had…

I just want them to stop wittering at me, eat vegetables without complaining, let me go to the loo in peace and learn to make a decent gin and tonic. It genuinely never occurred to me when they were little that this would ever end - an eternity of Teletubbies and Duplo and In The Night Bastarding Garden and screaming, never an end in sight. But now there is. And despite the busybody old women who used to pop up whenever I was having a bad day and tell me I would miss these days when they were over, I don't miss those days at all. I have literally never stood wistfully in the supermarket and thought 'Oh, how I wish someone was trailing behind me constantly whining 'Mummy, can I have, Mummy can I have?' while another precious moppet tries to climb out the trolley so they land on their head and we end up in A Again. Mummy has been a wife and mother for so long that she's a little bit lost. And despite her best efforts, her precious moppets still don't know the location of the laundry basket, the difference between being bored and being hungry, or that saying 'I can't find it Mummy' is not the same as actually looking for it. Amidst the chaos of A-Levels and driving tests, she's doing her best to keep her family afloat, even if everybody is set on drifting off in different directions, and that one of those directions is to make yet another bloody snack. She's feeling overwhelmed and under appreciated, and the only thing that Mummy knows for sure is that the bigger the kids, the bigger the drink.  

Комплект книжок «Щоденник виснаженої мами» від Джилл Сімс — це чарівливе чтиво, приправлене неперевершеним британським гумором. Тут ви познайомитеся із Еллен Расселл та її несамовитою родиною, а також зрозумієте, що проблеми усіх матусь схожі, хоч би де ви мешкали. Усім матусям (і не тільки) рекомендується. Для релаксу, релаксу і ще раз релаксу.

No.1 bestselling author Gill Sims is back with her eagerly awaited fourth and final Why Mummy novel.
I just wanted them to stop wittering at me, eat vegetables without complaining, let me go to the loo in peace and learn to make a decent gin and tonic.
Mummy has been a wife and mother for so long that she’s a little bit lost. And despite her best efforts, her precious moppets still don’t know the location of the laundry basket, the difference between being bored and being hungry, or that saying ‘I can’t find it Mummy’ is not the same as actually looking for it!
Amidst the chaos of A-Levels and driving tests, she’s doing her best to keep her family afloat, even if everybody is set on drifting off in different directions, and that one of those directions is to make yet another bloody snack. She’s feeling overwhelmed and under appreciated, and the only thing that Mummy knows for sure is that the bigger the kids, the bigger the drink.

Family begins with a capital eff.
I'm wondering how many more f*cking 'phases' I have to endure before my children become civilised and functioning members of society? It seems like people have been telling me 'it's just a phase!' for the last fifteen bloody years. Not sleeping through the night is 'just a phase.' Potty training and the associated accidents 'is just a phase'. The tantrums of the terrible twos are 'just a phase'. The picky eating, the back chat, the obsessions. The toddler refusals to nap, the teenage inability to leave their beds before 1pm without a rocket being put up their arse. The endless singing of Frozen songs, the dabbing, the weeks where apparently making them wear pants was akin to child torture. All 'just phases!' When do the 'phases' end though? WHEN?
Mummy dreams of a quirky rural cottage with roses around the door and chatty chickens in the garden. Life, as ever, is not going quite as she planned. Paxo, Oxo and Bisto turn out to be highly rambunctious, rather than merely chatty, and the roses have jaggy thorns. Her precious moppets are now giant teenagers, and instead of wittering at her about who would win in a fight - a dragon badger or a ninja horse - they are Snapchatting the night away, stropping around the tiny cottage and communicating mainly in grunts - except when they are demanding Ellen provides taxi services in the small hours. And there is never, but never, any milk in the house. At least the one thing they can all agree on is that rescued Barry the Wolfdog may indeed be The Ugliest Dog in the World, but he is also the loveliest.