“My first post went live on July 1, 2012, two days after I fuddled endlessly with a theme and getting things all set up on WordPress. I remember that day vividly, because I was filled with excitement, yet so terrified at the same time. Unlike blogging to generate awareness of a product or brand, I was jumping into blogging mainly because I needed and craved an outlet.”
That’s a quote from yours truly, four months after I started my blog. A year later, here we are. And what a year it has been! Read more
Have you ever had one of those days when you just felt like leaving? Running away from everything – kids, husband, partner, housework, cooking, job, cleaning, pets…everything. I sometimes have moments of fight or flight, moments when I look at everyone and everything around me and think, WTF? Do I stand there and keep pushing through? Or do I run for the hills, never to look back? The thoughts of running last only seconds before I’m back taking care of business, but that’s not always the case with women, especially those with children. In fact, recent studies have shown that the number of moms who are running away from it all, now dubbed walk-away moms, is on the rise. It’s a scary trend, but if we take take a moment and step back, I think it’s a reality we can all relate to on some level. We’ve all wanted to run away. If you’re a mom and you’re shaking your head “No way! Not me!”, your nose is growing like Pinocchio. Read more
We’re finally a two-vehicle household! Thank gawd! Since Pontilicious now works away from home, it’s been rough being stranded all day. This past weekend I finally got to drive the newest member of the family, a Chrysler 300.
PONTILICIOUS: Are you sure you can drive this?
ME: I’ve been driving for almost 25 years, I think I can handle this car. Plus it’s just an automatic. Any dummy can drive an automatic.
(backing out of parking space – get dangerously close to another car)
PONTILICIOUS: OMG! You’re driving this like you would the Hummer. You can’t turn like that. Read more
So the kids are on spring break and that means getting a whole week to spend with them as a family. Great news, right?
Ugh. Except that you don’t have any plans. What are you going to do with all that time?
Figure it like this. They’re in school five days a week. A typical day is six to eight hours. Let’s say six. That’s 30 hours PLUS the usual time that you would be spending with them anyways. You know how children between the ages of five and twelve are…wonderful little balls of energy. OK, let’s just leave it at balls of energy.
With the economy in recession, gas prices through the ceiling and the bills to pay, who has the money for a real vacation? So the kids are on spring break… why not stay close to home? Read more
My all-time favorite book that I will cherish until the day I die is Charlotte’s Web. I was hooked immediately, falling instantly in love with the plight of precious Wilbur. If I ever had a pig child, I’d want him to be just like this “Radiant” porker – a pet mommy’s dream come true. Aside from a brilliant story that I find entertaining time and time again, Charlotte’s Web also taught me some things about being a mom – very important parenting and life lessons. Here are six: Read more
It occurred to me this morning that, in fact, a sock monster must exist. It must exist because there is no logical explanation for why I am wearing one red sock and one white sock and why Caden claims he has no socks and why Pontilicious is sporting knee-hi Christmas socks with 80’s headphones on them and why poor little Aless is subjected at this very moment to two socks of different sizes. Like Bigfoot or the Abominable Snowman, the sock monster is out there. We just haven’t been able to catch him on camera yet. What I have been able to catch on camera is pretty pathetic. These are my socks (the ONLY socks I have left to my name): Read more
The Ponti household is in pretty rough shape this week. Neither of us has felt like venturing into a store and, as a result, we’ve been doing a shitload of improvising. This morning after spilling coffee all over the countertop and floor, I reached for the roll of paper towels that usually sits poolside the sink. Nada. So I opened the drawer that holds our hand towels and dish cloths. Also a big fat nada. On top of not wanting to grocery shop, it appears we’re also foregoing our laundry responsibilities. No food, no clean underwear – two of the biggest sins EVER. My grandmother would have my ass in a sling. Realizing that I was in a bind, I quickly grabbed the two pot holders hanging near the stove. Have you ever tried sopping up a wet mess with a pot holder? They’re like the anti-Christ of absorption. What a mess! Read more