Amy Maxwell has four kids, a useless husband, and crusted applesauce on her yoga pants that haven’t seen the inside of a gym in over a decade. She’s convinced her teenage daughter is up to no good, her 10-year-old can’t stop chattering in her ear, and her oldest son has befriended a teenage boy twice his age who is a tad bit strange. And don’t even get her started on having a toddler when you’re in your late 30s. She just can’t keep up. Forget tired; she’s exhausted and feeling unfulfilled, dissatisfied, and like a disappointment to everyone: her kids, her parents, and most of all, herself.

To relieve her stress, Amy finds herself fantasizing about everything from the pool boy next door to finding out that her daughter was switched at birth. She can’t help her thoughts, but she figures, if they’re in her head, they can’t hurt anyone else, right? When Jason, a very sexy 40-something year old single father moves in across the street, Amy finds her fantasy world has gone into overdrive. 

When Amy and her 13-year-old daughter, Allie, stumble upon the body of their neighbor, shot to death in her living room, Amy finds herself thrown together with Jason in the most unpredictable way. Amy finds herself bumbling around Jason, trying desperately to stop her fantasies and her underlying attraction towards him as this who done it mystery slowly unfolds. And Amy soon realizes, nobody is who she thinks they are...even Amy herself.