When you’re a mom of two little kids and your husband spends more time on business trips than he does at home, you start to go a little stir-crazy.
Before I had kids, I was a hotshot marketing manager. Now I’m lucky if there’s no baby spit-up on my blouse in the morning when I rush to get my son to preschool before the Queen Bees reprimand me for being late yet again.
Where did the old me go?
I thought dipping my feet back into the marketing field with a nice little part-time job at my in-laws event center would help to ease my mom-life crisis.
What I didn’t count on was finding my crotchety old neighbor’s body behind a log on the beach — or that Desi, my very pregnant sister-in-law, would be accused of his murder.
Becoming a real life Jessica Fletcher wasn’t what I meant when I asked for a little more excitement in my life.