Class Mom

Class Mom

by Laurie Gelman

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Laurie Gelman’s clever debut novel about a year in the life of a kindergarten class mom—a brilliant send-up of the petty and surprisingly cutthroat terrain of parent politics.

Jen Dixon is not your typical Kansas City kindergarten class mom—or mom in general. Jen already has two college-age daughters by two different (probably) musicians, and it’s her second time around the class mom block with five-year-old Max—this time with a husband and father by her side. Though her best friend and PTA President sees her as the “wisest” candidate for the job (or oldest), not all of the other parents agree.

From recording parents’ response times to her emails about helping in the classroom, to requesting contributions of “special” brownies for curriculum night, not all of Jen’s methods win approval from the other moms. Throw in an old flame from Jen’s past, a hyper-sensitive “allergy mom,” a surprisingly sexy kindergarten teacher, and an impossible-to-please Real Housewife-wannabe, causing problems at every turn, and the job really becomes much more than she signed up for.

Relatable, irreverent, and hilarious in the spirit of Maria Semple, Class Mom is a fresh, welcome voice in fiction—the kind of novel that real moms clamor for, and a vicarious thrill-read for all mothers, who will be laughing as they are liberated by Gelman’s acerbic truths.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250124708
Publisher: Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
Publication date: 08/01/2017
Series: Class Mom , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 2,453
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

Laurie Gelman was born and raised in the Great White North. She spent twenty-five years as a broadcaster in both Canada and the United States before trying her hand at writing novels. Laurie lives in New York City with her husband, Michael Gelman, and two teenage daughters. Class Mom is her first book.
Laurie Gelman was born and raised in the Great White North. She spent twenty-five years as a broadcaster in both Canada and the United States before trying her hand at writing novels. The author of Class Mom, Laurie has appeared on Live With Ryan and Kelly, Watch What Happens Live, and The Talk, among others. She lives in New York City with her husband, Michael Gelman, and two teenage daughters.

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I click Send on my laptop, sit back in my chair, and grimace.

"Well, that should give them something to think about," I say to absolutely no one.

Rubbing my tired eyes, I wonder for the fiftieth time that day why I ever agreed to be a class mom again.

My first instinct had been the right one.

"Absofuckinglutely NOT," I told Nina Grandish when she asked me. Nina is the reigning high priestess of the school's PTA. In spite of that, she is my best friend. "It's the worst job I've had since I worked customer service at Allstate."

"Please!" she begged. "I really need you."

"Nope. I don't have time."

"Yes, you do. Vivs and Laura have already gone back to school."

"I'm starting my mud-run training."

"That's unlikely," Nina scoffed.

"I'm thinking of getting a dog for Max and I'll be busy with that."

"No, you're not. You hate dogs. Come on! Think of all the experience you bring to the job."

"Oh, wow," I said. "Thanks for reminding me how much older I am than all the other parents."

"Not older," Nina cooed, "wiser."

And I am, by almost fifteen years. The nineties were a bit of a lost decade for me. After a blistering four years at the University of Kansas (Go, Jayhawks!) I found myself with a super-useful degree in art history and not a chance in hell of finding a job with it. So, I decided to hit the road and see a bit of the world. Some people go to Paris to look at great art; some go to Rome to look at great architecture. Me? I went to Amsterdam to see a great band. INXS was just starting to ride their wave of international success, thanks to the album X. Luckily for me, they weren't so famous that they would only date supermodels. I got picked out of the audience thanks in part to the "no bra" phase I was going through, and lo and behold I ended up a groupie.

You know that Cameron Crowe movie Almost Famous, where the girls are called Band-Aids and they travel with the band and keep the musicians', um, morale up? It was kind of like that but not nearly as glamorous. I was with INXS for a little over a year, then moved on to a folksinger named Greg Brown. Yeah, I had never heard of him either, but he could certainly draw a crowd, albeit an unwashed one. In those three years away, I somehow ended up with two kids, one of whom may or may not have been fathered by Michael Hutchence. Thanks to his untimely death in 1997, poor Vivs may never know. But Laura's sperm donor was most definitely Greg Brown's banjo player. I'm 65 percent sure.

To quote the poet Steve Perry of Journey, "They say that the road ain't no place to start a family." So I took my two kids from two different fathers and made my way home to Kansas City.

Actually, by that time my parents had fulfilled a lifelong dream and moved to Overland Park, which is a fancy suburb of KC. I was sad that I didn't get a chance to say good-bye to our old house, but thrilled that I had such a nice place to bring Vivs and Laura home to.

Let's just say I had a bucket load of explaining to do to Kay and Ray Howard, my extremely Catholic parents, when I landed on their swank new doorstep with Laura and Vivs both still in diapers. My mother's face went from confused to horrified to delighted so quickly that I thought she was having a stroke.

Luckily, they are more the forgiving kind of religious people and less the judgmental kind. So after a few dozen Hail Marys and one excruciating afternoon at Our Lady of Unity doing the Stations of the Cross, I moved in with them and started what I now call the normal years. With their help, I raised the girls, worked for a while at Allstate, and, yes, was class mom seven endless years in a row. It's a record that I believe still stands at William Taft. I hope it's not what ends up as the most noteworthy thing in my obituary, but you never know.

It was while working at Allstate that I met the man who would become Baby Daddy #3 and Husband #1, Ron Dixon. By the way, I still have had only one husband. I just think it's funny to introduce him that way. Ron called to file a complaint with the people with whom he thought he was in good hands. As was my job, I took the call and tried to talk him out of canceling his policy. Ron has an amazing voice. Even when he's complaining, it sounds like he just swallowed liquid velvet. I could have listened to him all day. It was around the time he called me a soulless bitch that I decided I wanted to meet him. To this day, he thinks I took all my disgruntled phone callers to lunch.

What can I say? I had him at hello. I'm not unattractive, considering my age and the mileage I've put on my body, and Ron happened to be single, having just gone through a soul-sucking divorce. In fact, when he called the insurance company he was trying to put in a force majeure claim for a fallen tree that had clearly been hit by a car. I later found out that the tree was the victim of domestic abuse, having been plowed over by his ex.

As a member of the sisterhood, I take exception to men always calling women crazy, but in this case I can say unequivocally that Ron's ex-wife, Cindy, is nuts. Not fear-for-your-life nuts, just garden-variety nuts. The biggest problem is that you never know in what form the nuttiness is going to rear its ugly head. Like one day, a few months after Ron and I moved in together, six Cost-co-sized crates of diapers appeared on our doorstep with a card from Cindy saying, "Get the message?" I figured she was either calling us babies or suggesting that we have a baby. Ron said she was telling us we are full of shit.

Ron is a good fit for me. He's what my father would call a solid guy, both physically and emotionally. He's about five eleven (although he tells people he's six feet, for reasons that are not quite clear to me) and fit without looking bulked up, and he has short dark hair that is thinning at the temples. He's not what I had typically found attractive in the past — I mean, he doesn't even have a tattoo — but he has immense charisma and just about the kindest face on the planet. Combine that with the voice, and I was a goner the moment I saw him. Our courtship was short and sweet, because when it's right, it's right, and why screw around? And thanks to crazy Cindy's fear of vomit, they never had any children. So when he dropped the B bomb on me on our first anniversary I shouldn't have been surprised.

We were having dinner at Garozzo's, and over penne Victoria he casually mentioned that he would really like to have a baby. I stifled my first thought (Well, good luck with those labor pains!) and told him of course we would try. I pretty much counted on my aging womb to keep anything from happening, but wouldn't you know it? I had one good egg left. And thank goodness for that, because Max is the dessert of my parenting life.

So now at the ripe old age of forty-six, I have two girls in college and one boy starting kindergarten. And I'm the oldest mom in the grade. Oh sorry, the wisest.

"Max! Get down here. Your toast is getting cold."

I sit back down at my kitchen-counter office and slam out an email to my class parents that I hope they read before drop-off this morning.

Max rounds the corner to the kitchen wearing an outfit that bears no resemblance to the one I picked out for him.

"Wow. Love the red pants. Aren't they part of a costume?"

"Yup. Pac-Man."

"And the purple top?"

"Nana gave it to me, remember?"

"I do. Are you sure you want to wear them together on the first day of school?"

"Ya. I want to stand out."

"Well, mission accomplished." I quietly thank the heavens that he didn't wear the matching Pac-Man hat.

Max smiles and takes a bite of his toast. Ever since he was old enough to pick out his own clothes, he has exhibited a, shall we say, unique taste in fashion. You never know what ensemble he is going to come up with. Sometimes I think he uses a blindfold and a dart to put his outfits together. I'd left him a pair of khakis and a white polo shirt on his bed in the hopes he would embrace his new school uniform, but I guess he didn't.

Ron comes in from his run all sweaty. I love him this way.

"Hey!" I grab his butt. "I need you ready to go in ten minutes if you want in on the first-day-of-school fun."

"I'm ready now." He grins and dashes up the stairs.

"Mom, what's my teacher's name, again?"

"Miss Ward."

"Is she nice?"

"I haven't met her yet, but she seems nice from her email."

"I hope she likes purple."

"Who doesn't?" I smile. "You know you have to start wearing the uniform tomorrow, right?"

He nods, his mouth full of toast.

"I'm going to pick you up at noon and we can go out for lunch anywhere you like."

"Can Dad come?"

"I don't think so. He needs to be at the Fitting Room." I'm referring to the sporting goods store Ron owns.

Before I can even yell, "What the hell is taking you so long?," my husband is showered and ready. It really must be nice to be a man. I'm not a very high-maintenance woman, but I do need more than six minutes to shower and look presentable.

"Who's ready for kinderga —"

Ron stops mid-word as he takes in what Max is wearing.

"Is that what you're wearing, Max?" he asks.

I give him a look across the kitchen table that says, "Don't be an asshole about this."

"Ya. I want to stand out."

"I thought there was a dress code." Ron looks at me.

"Not on the first day." I shoot him another warning look. They usually work. I must be misfiring. "And it's only a half day today, so let's get going!"


THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Yup, all caps, bold and italicized. That's how epic it is in my mind. Everyone is so clean and excited! Backpacks are fresh, sneakers are squeaky, and pencils are sharp. Take this same snapshot mid-November and it's a whole different story.

We make our way down the well-worn hallways of Vivs's and Laura's old stomping ground, William H. Taft Elementary School. When we get to room 147, we find the prettiest and preppiest person I have ever seen standing at the classroom door greeting people. She has long blond hair, which is kept back by a pink headband. She is wearing light-pink-checkered pants and a white blouse with ruffles. I hope she owns a smock.

As we approach, she hits us with a dazzling smile and holds out her hands.

"Is this Max? Oh, my goodness, Max, I have been so excited to meet you! Is that a new shirt? Purple is my favorite color!"

Well, color me impressed. Miss Ward is a real charmer. She has obviously studied the pictures we all sent in at the end of the summer. Max hasn't said a word, but wears the goofy smile of a man smitten. So does Ron when I look over at him.

"Hi, Miss Ward, so nice to meet you. I'm —"

"No, no!" Miss Ward interrupts me. "This is not about Max's parents. It's all about Max today. Come on in and find your name on your desk, sweetie." She ushers Max into the room and he eagerly follows without a backward glance.

Ron and I look at each other. I shrug.

"It's all about Max."

As we head out of the school, Ron asks what I'm up to.

"I'm going to meet my new trainer."

He looks at me skeptically.

"I know what you're thinking, but after that debacle at your store I feel like I need to step up my workouts."

"Or, just, you know, start them." He smiles and gives my shoulder a squeeze.

Here's the thing. Ron's sporting goods store is one of the biggest in KC. A few months ago, they hosted a mini mud run to promote our governor's "Get Fit" initiative. When he mentioned that he needed participants, I volunteered. That was my first mistake. I thought I was in shape, thanks to my twice-weekly visits to our neighborhood Curves, which I had joined shortly after Max was born. So when I got to Ron's store that day and saw the course setup I was, like, "No problemo." That was my second mistake.

Let's just say that the upper-body strength you get from hauling a toddler around for a few years doesn't exactly prep you to climb a rope or swing from monkey bars or even drop to your belly and crawl through mud, although that was the easiest part.

It was weeks before I could show my face down at the store again. I mean, it's not great when the wife of the owner breaks down and cries because she can't get over the wall. Plus I was sore for days in areas I didn't know existed.

"Who'd you get to train you?" Ron asks when I don't acknowledge his dig. I can tell he is annoyed that I hadn't consulted him on the decision.

"Someone my mother recommended. He comes to your home and works you out. I figured I'd finally start using Ron's Gym and Tan." That's my nickname for the home gym Ron has set up in our basement.

Ron gives a fake gasp. "You mean you're going to give up Curves?" He's never been a fan. Ron's kind of a gym snob.

"See you later." I give him a sly smile and head to my minivan. "Hot new trainer's awaiting."

Ron frowns. "Hot? You didn't say he was hot."

I laugh as I open my car door. I actually have no idea what he looks like. But with a name like Garth, I have high hopes.

My mom has actually told me very little about Garth, just that he used to be a trainer at the local Lucille Roberts gym. He had to stop for a while and is now getting back into it. He's very cheap for an in-home personal trainer — $30 an hour. I just hope this isn't a case of "You get what you pay for."

I pull up to the house and see a white Prius parked in my driveway. My new trainer is ten minutes early. Me likey. As I get out of my car, he does the same, and I get my first look at the man I will be spending two hours a week with.

I wish I could tell you that everything turned to slow motion and "Dream Weaver" started playing in my head as he whipped his hair around and flashed me a dazzling smile, but that would be lying.

Garth is about 5'6" and mostly bald, and he looks like he's in his mid-fifties. He reminds me a bit of the actor Michael Chiklis from The Shield.

As I rearrange my expectations in my head, he walks over and guess what? He does have a dazzling smile! It makes me like him immediately.

"Hi, Jennifer, I'm Garth." He shakes my hand and nearly crushes it.

"Ow. Hi, Garth. That's a good grip you've got there."

"Oh, good gravy, I'm sorry," he says and lightens up his vise grip immediately. "I always forget to take it down a notch for the girls."

"No problem. Clearly I need to toughen up a bit."

"Well, that's what I'm here for." He smiles and follows me to the front door.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I ask while throwing my purse on the hall table.

"Nope. Thanks. I always bring my own." He proudly holds up a gallon jug full of water. Clearly Garth is old school, and fancy water bottles are not his style.

"Umm, why don't I show you our workout area and then I'll run up and change."

"Sounds good." Garth smiles again. "After you, my good woman."

As I lead him down to the basement, I wonder just how old school he is. Not for nothing, but I've been at Curves for five years. That's some pretty advanced stuff.

Ron's Gym and Tan is located in a corner of our basement, right next to the laundry room. It consists of a treadmill, a bench press, free weights, a mat, and one of those big exercise balls.

"This is fantastic!" Garth declares, and it only takes me a second to realize he is not kidding.

"Really?" I ask. "Do we need any other equipment?"

"No. This is perfect. Why don't you get changed, and I'll lay out a workout plan." He actually sounds excited.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

As I run up the stairs to my bedroom, I wonder what I've gotten myself into.

I'll admit I have a somewhat acerbic way of presenting myself, but I had no idea how many parents I could offend with just one email. Actually, it wasn't that many, but it only takes one to stir the pot. Nina calls me just as I am getting out of the shower after my workout.

"Oh, my God, what did you say in your class email?" she screams.

"Just the usual stuff. Why?" I toss my wet towel in the hamper and head toward my closet.

"I just got off the phone with Asami Chang and she is pi-issed!"

"About what?" I ask, rifling through my T-shirts.

"She says it was an inappropriate way to address kindergarten parents."


"So, was it?"

"Probably. But I can't believe anyone took it seriously."

Nina sighs. "That's what I thought. But you know your, um ... humor is sometimes lost on people. Asami wants you to step down as class mom and let her take over."

"Well, I think she is absolutely right. I am not fit to liaise with parents." I make a mental note to send Asami a basket of fruit.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I usually do not read this genre, BUT, as a former and present Class Mom, I am so glad I did. This is relatable on so many levels. I had a teacher who inserted her email as an alternate email on a student's profile before giving me the back to school night questionnaires, unbeknownst to that family. At that time I thought to myself, I could not make this up. This novel made me giggle in the right spots and sympathize in others. As a Mom who has an amazing husband and who had children later in life, I can relate to the "midlife crisis". I always thought that I was the only one dealing with crazies and unique circumstances, now, I know, I am not alone (that's kind of scary). In a nutshell, this was a funny, relatable read that made me want to write a review. I recommend it as "How to survive being a class mom" manual before anyone takes the leap for the first time. Oh, and I will be stealing your response time rating system. I look forward to a sequel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was such a fun, refreshing read! I loved the acerbic wit of our narrator, who was open minded enough to realize that kindergarten parents are in a "class" of their own!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Funny and entertaining; a quick easy read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. As a current class mom, this book had me laughing but I think anyone would find it a fun read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great, Easy and Fun Read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read it on an airplane and had several people look at me as I kept laughing out loud.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anyone that's been a class mom and wondered, "what have I gotten myself into", will enjoy this novel. It was a hilarious read. She really got the essence of the craziness and fun of being a helpful parent. I highly recommend even those that haven't been a class mom to read, you won't be disappointed.
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Drewano More than 1 year ago
‘Class Mom’ is a fun romp through this midwestern Kindergarten class. From the snarky e-mails of class mom Jen Dixon to her run ins with other parents along the way you’ll be laughing out loud. The characters are interesting and work well with each other. If you’re looking for a light quick read (even if you don’t have kids) I highly recommend this book.
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Brodk More than 1 year ago
A quick and easy novel to read, funny, romantic, an epitome of chick-lit. It doesn't hit the highs of "I Don't Know How She Does It", or "Brigitte Jones's Diary", but maybe on her second or third novel the author will hit the highs that this current book indicates she is capable of.
toReadistoEscape More than 1 year ago
I received a copy of this book courtesy of NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This book is, laugh out loud, hysterical. You probably won’t want to read it in public. Not because of embarrassment like you were when you read “Fifty Shades of Grey” on your nook to conceal the cover. But because you will attract too much attention with your laughter. I highly recommend this book to any mom wanting a good laugh and a light read. I fell in love with this book from the first page. It is sarcasm just the way I like it. I didn’t want to put it down. It is entertaining, witty, refreshing, must-read book. I will be looking for more books by this author. And I love the cover. It almost looks like the middle finger when you look at it quick or looser sign. So many of the things I would love to say out loud in regard to the helicopter mom expectations of today are written in this book. I am a mother of four boys ranging in age from 22 to 13. Yes, you guessed it, one out of college, two in college, and one 7th grader. We were almost empty nesters. Hello, mid-life crisis number four. So yes, I can relate Laurie. I even went to the University of Kansas and live in Kansas.
LUPITA78 More than 1 year ago
Loved it, never laughed so much reading a book. Can't wait for her to write another book.
JCanJenner More than 1 year ago
I think Jen Dixon would be my BMF (Best Mom Friend) if she were a real person. Her snarky email as a ‘voluntold’ Class Mom starts off the book and to anyone who has ever been a room parent, received an email from a room parent, or has even heard of what’s it’s like to be a room parent, you will be chuckling immediately. If only I had the gall to write in my emails what Jen writes to her parents. You’ve got the mean moms, the hovermothers, the soul sisters, and some fathers. Laurie Gelman writes what every Class Mom is thinking and you are laughing and agreeing with her the whole way through. She gets herself into some tricky situations and has to navigate through because, you know, life, but oh, what a fun time this book is. She even throws a mud run in. She can’t fail like she did last year. Oh, that was embarrassing. I read someone else’s review of Class Mom and had to request it from NetGalley immediately. I do not regret it for a minute. This book is about to be recommended to every PTA, PTO, PTG, Room Parent I know. It’s a must read if you have, or ever have had, kids in elementary school. Grab it now, grab some Starbucks and give the kids a screen. This one is fun. Thanks Henry Holt & Co!
bookchickdi More than 1 year ago
Summer is a great time for light reading, and I love nothing more than picking up a really funny book and laughing my head off. Laurie Gelman's debut novel, Class Mom, caught my eye with its title. Since I was a class mom more than once, I bet I could relate to this one. From the very beginning, Class Mom had me in stitches. Jen Dixon has two daughters (by two different men) in college and is now happily married to "Baby Daddy #3 and Husband #1" Ron Dixon. They have a young son Max, now headed to kindergarten. Jen gets a call from her best friend and "reigning high priestess of the school's PTA" Nina, begging her to be class mom for Max's class. Jen was class mom for seven consecutive years when the girls were in elementary school, a record that still stands at William Taft Elementary, and it was the worst job she had since she worked at Allstate. Now she is the oldest, "oh, sorry, wisest" mom in kindergarten, and she reluctantly takes the job as class mom. The highlights of the book are Jen's hilarious and sarcastic emails sent to the parents that, according to the author, were based on the ones she sent to parents when she was class mom at her child's New York City school. (She was fired from her position.) Jen's emails are everything every class mom wishes she had the guts and humorous instincts to send, including rewards for those who respond quickly to emails and punishments to those who don't. They are filled with shout-outs, un-PC statements, and cutting sarcasm that some of the parents either don't understand or are very upset about. Jen does get called to the principal's office. We meet the various parents, including one whose child is allergic/sensitive to everything (or maybe it is the mom who is that way?), one family who always volunteers to bring cups, and one mom who always sends the fastest response stating that she is out of the office. Every. Single.Time. Miss Ward, the kindergarten teacher, is a bit of a puzzle too. She is young, dresses way too provocatively for Parent's Night, and doesn't believe in celebrating class holidays, like Halloween and Christmas. Her idea of a class trip is to go to the city recycling center. One of the dad's in the class is an old high school crush's of Jen's, separated from his child's mother. There is some fun sexual tension there, though Jen deeply loves her wonderful husband Ron. Jen and Nina try to figure out who is the mysterious "out of office" mom (why has no one met her?) and what the deal is with Miss Ward, as well as work to keep Jen from getting fired from her volunteer class mom position. You don't need to be a former class mom to enjoy Class Mom, but if you are, you will laugh until you cry with recognition reading this hilarious book. I gave my favorite class mom friend a copy and she agreed with me. I give Class Mom my highest recommendation- an A+.
weluvdopey More than 1 year ago
This is a great book with a wonderful story and well developed characters. The story flowed very well and was very enjoyable. This book will keep you reading long into the night and you will not want to put this book down until you finish. This was such a great read and full of surprises. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader’s copy of this book. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
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Really bad!!!
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