TMI Mom: Oversharing My Life;

“TMI Mom is LOLZOMG.
 From scorching her hoo-hah with jalapeños to attempting Carmen Electra’s Aerobic Striptease in torn sweats and tube socks to her frustrated desire to pour tequila on her cereal when her kids say, ‘I’m booooooooored!,’ Heather Davis serves up hilarious tales of family-life insanity that are never mean (except when skewering herself) and never leave the reader screaming, ‘I’m boooooooored!’ TMI Mom FTW!” — Linda Erin Keenan, author of Suburgatory

"From behind her shower door to her wide-open minivan door, as-seen-on-TV humorist Heather Davis riffs on the truly TMI of marriage and children."
— Ann Imig, Stay-At-Home Humorist

“Heather Smith Davis is so funny that if she were in my book club, we might not even need wine. Maybe. Davis invites you into her little corner of the heartland with heart and humor and a heaping portion of over sharing. How much information is too much for the Ultimate TMI Mom? Two words: drip dry. Even I wouldn't write about that.”
— Lela Davidson, Who Peed on My Yoga Mat

“Heather Davis would tell you if those pants made you look fat, then invite you out for cheesecake.”
— Dani Stone, author of “Next Left”


Ever wished you could say what you were really thinking? TMI Mom Heather Davis does just that. With her trademark dry wit and knack for storytelling, TMI Mom goes where no mom has been (at least in the pages of a book), with stories about the crazy things that can happen — in the minivan, the bedroom, and out in the big, bad world.

A sampling of the essays in Oversharing:
"My Bladder is Out to Get Me Or The Story Overshared on National Television"; "Open Up! It's the Police!"; "Not Much Has Changed Since I was Eight"; "This One Time? At Vegas?"; "Craziest Things I've Heard in Bed"; "Socks Will be the End of the World"; "Someone Stop the Bleeding"; "An Ill-prepared Family Drip Dries" and more hilarity perfect for the toilet, the pick-up line or your book club. Your choice.

Excerpt:

Things Overhead in the Waiting Room of the Pediatrician’s Office
(Strangely enough, these words comfort me)

From another momma after snapping her flip phone shut: “Ronald? Did you unplug the refrigerator at home?”
Random child with green snot dripping from her nose sitting way too close to my child: “Then my momma opened the box to dinner and popped it in the microwave.”
Random child sitting beside me seemingly belonging to no one: “Do you wear pajamas? Because my momma and daddy don’t always wear pajamas at night in bed.”
Random child with ripped shirt and dirty fingernails: “We used to have a dog and I tied him to the swing set so he could swing with me, but then when the gate was left open when I dragged the spare tire to the back yard, he got out and I haven’t seen him since.”
Random child with no shoes on: “Sometimes when my momma is up late at night and too tired, she gets silly and wears only an apron and dusts my dad with a feather duster.”
Random child hand-fishing in the aquarium: “I don’t know why my momma was so mad—all I did was pee in her bed.”
Random child emerging from the bathroom, probably after NOT washing his hands: “My brother and I are having a contest in our bathroom to see how long we can go without flushing the toilet.”
From another momma who is holding her cellphone to her chest: “Tabitha? Daddy wants to know if you dumped the dish soap in the washing machine.”
Random child sitting crisscross-applesauce right in front of me: “I’m not wearing any underwear today because my momma said to put on my pants and shirt, but she didn’t say underwear.”
Random child playing with the free lotion samples: “My momma always cleans the kitchen before she goes to bed, but in the morning, there are always two big, long glasses in the sink.”