Mary Gilmour feels as though her life is going down a plug hole clogged with cornflakes and Play-Doh. Her job is part time, but housework is full time, and she has no time at all for her two young sons. Mary is convinced that there is only one thing standing between her and organised contentment: his name is Joel, and she's married to him.
Since star charts have worked on improving the behaviour of their children, she designs an equivalent for her husband: a spread sheet detailing every balled-up tissue, every sock on the floor, every wet towel on the bed.
Although he has no idea of it, Joel has six months to prove that his credits outweigh his debits. Or else….
From the title I initially assumed this was a self help book (perhaps subtitled 'how to turn your man into the perfect house-husband'). For me this was more promising than my next assumption that it would fit into the Chick-lit category, which I tend to avoid. As I listened I swung wildly between being irritated by Mary's control freakery and blushing as I recognised that actually I am like that, and I had been even worse when my children were small. The book might be what I categorise as Chick-lit, with it's London 'media-type' obsessions, but self-help? Maybe it's that too.
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Didn't enjoy this book much at all. Mary is the most
moaning woman ever known to man. She is not satisfied
with any area of her life so creates a magnificent
spreadsheet to rate how lousy her poor husband is with
the idea of divorcing him if he doesn't buck up his
ideas. Wouldn't bother buying this book, she isn't a
pleasant character and I felt sorry for her poor
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