Mick Brannigan is a tough ironworker in Georgia. He has a wife, three kids, and never fails to bring home the bacon. However when his youngest son Dylan starts showing development issues, his wife Lyane asks him to think about staying home with the kids. She can't, because her job is the one that provides the medical benefits Dylan needs.
Mick's first reaction is along the lines of "over my dead body!" But one horrible day full of everything that could go wrong (including loosing his job) convinces him that maybe he needs to give this a try. So he does... and learns that being a 'housewife' isn't nearly as easy as it looks. Along the way he bonds with his kids, suffers all sorts of hilarious mishaps (Goats, chainsaws, burglars - you name it!), and finds out that somehow he possesses the gift of photography.
This was a completely hysterical book. In fact, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard over a novel - at least an adult novel! And yet it is also deep and well written - it's no fluff! The adventures of the ironworker turned housewife turned photographer kept me turning page after page, even at 3:00 in the morning or when I ought to have been writing on my own novel instead!