Confessions Of A Domestic Failure

You made this possible. To my editor, Emily Ohanjanians at MIRA Books, thank you for saying yes.

Acknowledgments
Thank you to my agent, Holly Bemiss at the Susan Rabiner Literary Agency.

I could already see the Twitter hashtag. #WhatsWrongWithAshley. It’d be trending before the day was ov

Smile, Ashley, smile, I heard my brain saying, and I managed a nervous grimace.

I felt a hot flash run through my body. This was happening.

They hadn’t said no to yoga pants and XXL T-shirts, but I assumed they were also discourage

Janice and Lauren stared at me like I was from a different planet.

I glanced downward at my blue-and-white tennis shoes, light gray sweats, black tank and blue zippered hoodie.

I tried to wrap my head around the reality that some people feel like this every day.

I felt rested. I hadn’t felt like this since before Aubrey was born.