I know I know, I’ve totally failed on the Book Club front. The last From Left To Write post I wrote was in December…whoops! Now that I’m settled in the new apartment and things are falling into place I thought I would have more time to read. As it turns out, writing an ecookbook doesn’t leave much time for pleasure reading but fortunately this book was a quick read!
The book is called “Dad Is Fat” and it was written by Jim Gaffigan (yes, the comedian) about life living in a 2 bedroom apartment in NYC. It was definitely hilarious and I LOLed a few times but I think my lack of children made it hard for me to relate. It wouldn’t say it was on the same comedic level as say “Bossy Pants” by Tina Fey or “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me” by Mindy Kaling but it was definitely funny. Conclusions, having 5 kids is straight up crazy and trying to live in a 2 bedroom apartment in NYC with said kids is pure insanity. Note to self, don’t do that.
Even though I don’t have kids of my own, I could relate having grown up with 3 older siblings. Yes, I am the baby of four and it is oh so obvious. While I don’t think I’ll be having four kids (or any kids) any time soon, this book definitely had me thinking on what I learned from growing up in a big family. There were some pros and some very clear cons in growing up with so many siblings but in the end I wouldn’t have it any other way. Except that I might tell my parents daily how awesome they are for putting up with us every single day. Kudos to you!
1. I am extremely territorial. We literally hid food in our house because boundaries did not exist. Privacy was limited and just because you walked door-to-door for that Halloween candy doesn’t mean it’s yours. I am still this way. Sharing ain’t my strong suit.
2. I am very assertive. Because I was forced to be so territorial I am used to vocalizing EVERYTHING. If I don’t like things a certain way I will tell you and if I want something you better bet you’ll know about it. Some call it aggressive, I call it effective.
3. I am as loyal as they come. Coming from such a big family meant I grew up in a small tribe. I may have some not-so-kind words to say about my siblings, but if you dare say anything mean I will jump to their defence.
4. I’m comfortable wearing anything. Being the fourth kid meant I wore hand-me-downs for life. It also made me an 80s baby in the 90s. I mean check out this sweet dress/moo moo.
5. I am productive in the midst of chaos. I am so used to hearing noise all the time that I can just totally zone it out. I’m actually more comfortable working in a public space. The guys in Starbucks on McGill college know me…
6. I am uncomfortable with silence. Not only am I productive with loud noises, I prefer it that way. I am always the first person to fill the void if a conversation goes silent. Usually it means me rambling about nothing.
This post was inspired by the novel Dad is Fat by comedian Jim Gaffigan who riffs on his adventures co-parenting 5 kids in a two bedroom Manhattan Apartment. Join From Left to Write on April 22 as we discuss Dad is Fat. As a Member I received a copy of the book for review purposes, but all opinions are my own.
Did you grow up in a big family? What have you learned from your family?