Mama Got Herself a Job!

HOLY MOLY. Things are definitely about to change for The Mommyologist starting tomorrow morning…because mama got herself a J-O-B.

Like a job-job. Like a full-time job. Like a regular job with regular job hours where they are going to pay me and all that good stuff.

And tonight, I am somewhere between over-the-top excited and totally shitting my pants because I haven’t really set foot in an office since before my son was born.

Ok, ok, I know that all you really care about is where I’m going to be working and what I’m going to be doing, so I’ll cut to the chase.

I’m more than pleased to tell you that I’m joining an amazing team of people over at CafeMom, where I’ll take on my new gig as a Staff Writer for The Stir.

In what seems like a complete and total dream situation, I’ll be working 4-days a week from home, and 1-day per week at The Stir offices in New York City. (I guess I’d better learn how to walk in heels on concrete).

I’ll be writing seven articles per day on everything from Entertainment, to News, to Beauty and Style, to Parenting…and I seriously can’t freakin’ wait.

I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along for quite some time, and I just can’t believe that I landed such an amazing gig. I’m pretty damn proud of myself, and I feel like things are finally falling into place for me career-wise. This has me ECSTATIC, because getting myself back on a good career path is a huge component of reclaiming my Mom Sexy.

Ok, time to pour a glass of wine in a last ditch attempt to calm my nerves. (Not that I ever really need an excuse to start cocktail hour).

Wish me luck?

10 Reasons Why Being A Celebrity New Mom Totally Sucks

Well, Beyonce finally had her baby this past weekend. WHAT? You didn’t hear?

Yes…I’m kidding. I think that the only possible way you would not know this piece of news is if you’d been hiding in a dark closet all weekend with no access to anything electronic. It’s all over the place.

The Beyonce baby craze has been going on for months now…so much so that it almost seems like fans have been stalking her. And then after she finally welcomed her beautiful baby girl, Blue Ivy Carter, people on Twitter decided to rip her and Jay-Z a new asshole by insisting that they should have named the child something else. Last time I checked the name of the baby was THEIR decision…am I wrong?

All I know is that I’m glad I’m not a freakin’ celebrity, and I was even more glad to be “just a regular mom” after giving birth to my son. I’ve shared this photo before and I’ll share it again. Post-partum Mom Sexy isn’t sexy at all…but it’s reality! Can you imagine the horror this would cause if I WAS famous? GAH!

 

That's really me!

 

Here is my list of 10 Reasons Why Being a Celebrity Mom Totally Sucks:

 

1. Your vagina is famous too: Holy SHIZ. As if having being followed during your entire pregnancy and having your baby bump and cellulite-ridden ass isn’t stressful enough…can you even imagine what it’s like for celebrity moms in the delivery room? I mean…I know there’s probably all sorts of confidentiality waivers and shit that the doctors and nurses have to sign when a celeb checks into the hospital, but you KNOW that once those labor & delivery peeps get home and have a few glasses of wine, they just can’t resist giggling a bit and saying…guess what…”I saw Kourtney Kardashian’s vagina tonight!”

2. Double the humiliation factor: Did you poop on the table when you gave birth? I didn’t. But I farted uncontrollably after the super-hot anesthesiologist gave me my epidural, and it was pretty damn embarrassing. How do high-profile moms feel when something comes out of their butt while giving birth and the other people in the room realizes that their shit does, in fact, STINK?

3. Make-up is a MUST: I don’t think that I put on one ounce of make-up for a good few weeks after my son was born, let alone while I was still at the hospital. I knew that I looked like shit and I knew that everyone else knew that I looked like shit and frankly, I didn’t give a rat’s ass. With photographers waiting outside the hospital for them to leave with their babies, celeb moms have to put their face on and be camera ready, even when they have no energy to even apply their damn eye shadow. I mean…have you ever seen pictures of Beyonce without makeup? She doesn’t exactly look like a diva.

4. You are forced to sugar-coat: If you have been reading this blog for any remotely decent period of time, then you know that one of my biggest pet peeves is when new moms sugar-coat their experience about life with a newborn. Don’t even get me started on Gisele Bundchen, because I might break something. Anyway, celebrity new moms are almost forced to sugar-coat their baby stories because that is what the public expects. If they say that anything is less than picture perfect, then people label them as whiners. That must really blow.

5. Unbelievable pressure to bounce back: I don’t know how long it took you to get rid of your baby weight, but for me, it was at least nine months before I could squeeze into any of my pre-baby clothes. I gained about 50 lbs. while pregnant, and the first 20 came off fairly quickly. I had to literally WORK MY ASS OFF for the last 30…but at least I didn’t have any time limitations put on me as far as how fast I was expected to take the pounds off. Celeb moms, on the other hand, almost seem like they are in competition with one another as to who can get back into sample sizes the fastest. That kind of pressure must be unbearable, especially when all you want to do is try and adjust to life with a new baby. I always commend celeb moms who admit that they had a struggle with baby weight, just like the rest of us. I wish the media would cut them some slack, because behind the glitz and glamour, they really are just PEOPLE.

6. Paparazzi: Do I really need to elaborate on this one at all? Post-baby photographers are such a total buzz-kill for celeb moms. I can recall this one photo that was taken years ago of Reese Witherspoon after she had her first child, Ava. She was out walking (trying to lose the baby weight like a normal person), and the paps took pics of her looking overweight and bloated in her unflattering sweats. I can distinctly remember my naive 20-something skinny ass looking at that picture of her and not believing how heavy she looked. SHAME ON ME. If I saw that photo now, I’d probably want to reach through the pages and hug her and tell her that the weight WILL come off eventually. (And obviously, it did).

7. Having people who insist on doing shit for you: Ok, at first glance this one sounds like something we’d all love to have right after giving birth. Celeb moms have various people who cater to their every whim and need, but I can’t help but think that gets a bit smothering at times. Sure…I would have loved it if someone had dropped off a tray of lasagna or offered to sit with my son for an hour so I could take a hot bath, but would I have wanted random people coming in and out of my house all day long. NO WAY. As tough as it is adjusting to life with a new baby, I still believe that figuring it out on your own is part of the learning process. If you want to bond with your baby, then you really need to let yourself BOND WITH YOUR BABY instead of having other people there to do it for you. I’m sure that plenty of celeb moms are just too afraid to tell people no.

8. Added working mom pressures: This is one area where celebs seriously cannot win. If they go back to work too soon, people blast them for being shitty mothers. But then again, if they decide to take a lengthy period of time off to spend with their kids, people stop caring about them and bitch and moan about how they dropped off the face of the earth. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, I guess. (Which I guess really isn’t much different than regular moms…).

9. Having hot women around your husband: Most celeb moms are married to celeb dads, other than a few who married non-showbiz types. I can’t even begin to imagine how tough it must be to be sitting on the couch at home bouncing a crying baby on your shoulder and trying not to shift too much because you don’t want the Tucks medicated pad to slip out between your butt cheeks, all while knowing that your extremely hot, rich husband is at work with extremely hot young actresses/singers, etc. flaunting their non-post-partum perfect bodies in his face. I really don’t know what I would’ve done if my husband had come home and told me he’d been hanging out with Blake Lively all day or some shit like that. (I probably would’ve told him to kiss my ass and sent him out to Walgreen’s for more Tuck’s pads).

10. Your kid is famous by default: Right before Pink gave birth to her daughter Willow, she tweeted about how she was against paparazzi taking photos of her child. And now, every time that I write a post on Babble containing a photo of Willow, I can’t help but cringe a bit because I know that I’m doing something against Pink’s wishes. If you are a famous mom, then your kid is automatically famous by default. And that isn’t necessarily a good thing for all celebrities. Again, they are just people like us…and they consider their children as sacred too. Even if I was an A-lister, I still don’t think I’d want my son’s every move followed by photographers.

I feel pretty damn good about the fact that I’m not a celebrity mom. Don’t you?

Turns Out You Can Get Enough Of The Disney Magic

Well ladies and gentlemen…last week we finally did it. The hubster and I took our little dude on a four-day whirlwind vacation to Disney World. And I think it’s safe to say that neither one of us has fully recovered yet.

Because as it turns out, it’s totally and completely possible to get enough of the magic.

Before I go any further, let me just say that this trip was absolutely wonderful. We left the laptops at home. We actually paid attention to each other. And we spent every single second of our time at Disney focused on our incredible son. And it was awesome.

Ok, back to the magic and the fact that I think we both got our fair share of it.

Disney World has this reputation as the happiest place on Earth, and I’d honestly say that it lives up to that reputation about 99% of the time. It’s pretty much impossible not to be in a good mood at Disney…unless of course you are a toddler who is so completely overstimulated by the excitement that the only thing you can manage to do is scream like you’re riding Space Mountain. Believe me…there are more screaming little ones at Disney than I’ve ever seen gathered in one place. They’re EVERYWHERE.

Let me give you a brief run-down of our first full day spent at the parks. We started off at Animal Kingdom by eating breakfast with Donald Duck, Daisy, and Goofy. (Little dude is still kind of miffed that Donald wouldn’t sign autographs).

 

 

And then upon leaving the restaurant, Neil Freakin’ Patrick Harris walked right by us, at which point I pointed him out and told the hubster that it was Neil Patrick Harris, which of course had him staring OPEN mouthed at Neil Patrick Harris while I yelled at him to quit staring. I AM a celebrity blogger after all, so I really don’t get starstruck like I used to. And I really don’t think that Neil would’ve been into me pointing him out to the rest of the crowds. After all, Doogie Howser was my first love, and I owe it to him to leave him alone.

Ok, I’m rambling and getting way off track.

So, the day started out like this…

 

 

And then after an action packed morning at Animal Kingdom complete with a Safari Ride…

 

 

…We headed over to the Magic Kingdom to get ready for Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Party and parade…and then it started to rain.

But I’m a cool chick and I don’t let little things like the weather get me down…so I made the best of it. Ponchos are totally Mom Sexy, right?

 

 

And I laughed my ass off when one of the floats in the parade got stuck and had to be towed out with a John Deere while Disney “handlers” pushed the characters and dancers out of the way and into the crowds standing on Main Street. To use one of my dad’s favorite phrases, “They didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.” Apparently Disney parades aren’t often interrupted, and the characters seriously had no clue what to do with themselves. It was beyond comical.

But by the end of the night…I wasn’t laughing. I was SOAKED. From head to toe. And I looked like something out of a horror movie. What possessed me to by an effin’ balloon in the middle of a rainstorm?

 

 

 

Ok…fast forward to the next day…

It started off fairly uneventful…until lunchtime rolled around and little dude decided that he wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. Do you have any idea how fu&%in’ hard it is to get a grilled cheese sandwich at Disney? It’s next to damn impossible. But there is this one little gem of a spot called “Pinocchio’s Public House” that magically serves up cheese and bread mixed together.

But Pinocchio’s is located smack dab in the middle of the Magic Kingdom, over by Small World and Peter Pan. And when we showed up at the gates of the Magic Kindgom that day…there was yet another effin’ parade going on. Have you ever tried to maneuver a stroller through packs of tourists right in the middle of a parade complete with way too many people dancing around the street in tights and fake princesses on floats? It ain’t no picnic.

We tried to clear ourselves a path through the madness, but it just wasn’t happening. As little dude moaned about how hungry he was for that grilled cheese, we found ourselves trapped by the parade staring directly at Cinderella and Prince Charming playfully flirting with each other on top of the float.

And it took every single ounce of self-control for me to refrain from yelling, “Just grab her tits already Prince Charming…you KNOW you want to!!” at the top of my lungs. (I wouldn’t really say that…ok, maybe I would).

Ok, this post is getting way too long…but you catch my drift about the magic. And if you don’t? Just check out this video of our family dinner at Chef Mickey’s. For the record, they do serve booze. And no, I would not recommend this venue for a romantic night out on the town.

 

 

I’m still not over this trip. And on that note, I’ll be taking a much needed blogging break until after the holidays. And maybe by then, I won’t have Disney tunes running through my head 24-hours a day.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone. I hope your holidays are magical!

 

 

 

 

I Need To Shut Up And Quit Complaining Already

Yesterday afternoon, I took my son shopping in the toy department at TJ Maxx. I LOVE me some TJ Maxx…because there is just so much great stuff all in one place, and most of the prices are marked down, which is a total bonus, especially with the holidays approaching.

And before you go getting all “judgy” and start pointing your finger at me because you think I shouldn’t be taking my child toy shopping, then let me emphasize the fact that we were not toy shopping for HIM.

A few of my friends and I have adopted a couple of local families this year in an effort to give them a nice Christmas with some presents under the tree. I am in charge of a 21-month old little girl and 4-year old little boy, so I thought it would be fun to take my son with me to help me pick out a few items for each of them.

As he and I strolled the aisles, I felt kind of a wave of guilt come over me. You see…money has been a bit tight around here lately ever since the unexpected 8-days we spent living in a hotel when the power went out at the beginning of November. We spent way more money than we had prepared to spend around this time of year…so I’ve had to sort of juggle some things around to make sure all of the bills get paid on time. And I haven’t exactly been a good sport about it. AT ALL.

Ok…back to the guilt.

We may have had to cut a few corners lately, but not ONCE have we worried about whether or not there would be presents under the tree on Christmas morning.

Not ONCE have we worried that our son would be disappointed that Santa Claus had short-changed him.

And thinking about the gifts that we will most certainly have on December 25th also brought me to another realization. Not ONCE during the season have we worried about whether or not we would be able to put food on the table.

We seriously have no business complaining, bitching, moaning, or any of the above. We really have it pretty damn good.

But there are plenty of families right here in our own hometowns who aren’t so lucky. And you and I can help them out just by dropping off a few items at the local food pantries that we most likely already have in our own homes.

Here is a list of the items that are most needed in food pantries this time of year:

Cereal

Pasta

Rice

Canned fruits and vegetables

Canned meals such as soups, chili, pasta

100% juice

Peanut butter

Pasta sauce or spaghetti sauce

Macaroni & cheese

Canned protein – tuna, chicken, turkey

Beans – canned or dry

 

When you sit down to Christmas dinner this year, make sure to say an extra blessing for the fact that you weren’t worried about whether or not dinner would be served. (And savor every bite and don’t bitch or moan about the calories or how full you are either, because calories and fullness are luxury items for many people less fortunate than you).

And also remember that there are plenty of people, especially children, who go hungry in this country each and every single day…not just during the holiday season.

Want to know how you can get your family and community involved in helping fight hunger? Make sure to check out ConAgra’s Child Hunger Ends Here Campaign to see how you can make 2012 a little brighter for a lot of kids out there.

 

Disclosure: I was compensated for my participation as a blogger correspondent for ConAgra’s Child Hunger Ends Here campaign, however, all opinions and views expressed in this post are my own.

 

The Elf On The Shelf: (a.k.a. The Sleep Nazi)

Were you or are you still a hard-core Seinfeld fan?

I am.

I LOVE that shit. And if you don’t, then the only excuse I’ll accept is that you’ve never seen one episode in your entire life. If you have seen it and don’t think it’s funny, then I don’t think that you are freakin’ funny either.

Ok, changing subjects for a minute…

Last night, the Elf on the Shelf returned to our house for the season. “Elfie,” as my son named him last year, showed up at our front door perched up on a miniature pumpkin. (And no, I haven’t taken down the Halloween decorations nor have I put the Christmas decorations up yet. Mama’s been a little preoccupied with power outages and total displacement).

I wasn’t sure that little dude would fall for it, but after the hubster dug Elfie out of the basement, situated him on the front porch, and rang the doorbell, little dude opened the door and was literally squealing with excitement that Elfie had flown in from the North Pole and graced our family with his presence once again. I have to admit, it was pretty damn cute.

We placed Elfie on the mantle, and then after little dude went to bed, I moved him to another spot. (Because any of you who have the Elf know what happens the next morning if you forget to move him to a new location).

Ok, cue the Seinfeld reference, because instead of referring to that little fu%&er as Elfie, I’m now referring to him as “The Sleep Nazi.”

(No, I’m not an asshole. I know that on Seinfeld it’s “The Soup Nazi.” Just shut up and keep reading).

This morning right around 6am, I was awoken by a loud little voice speaking directly into my ear….”Hey Mommy!!! Can you BELIEVE that Elfie came back? I can’t wait to see where he is this morning!”

Did I mention that it’s still dark at 6am during this time of year in CT?

I managed to convince little dude to lay in my bed with me till 7am, which he interpreted as meaning he could roll around in the bed and make me seasick for an hour.

We finally came downstairs, and he was thrilled to find Elfie sampling the leftover Halloween candy.

 

elf on the shelf

 

Look at the expression on Elfie’s face. Do you hear what I hear?

“NO SLEEP FOR YOU!”

 

I Ate Like a Pig Last Week. But Not Everyone Did.

Well everyone…as hard as I’m trying to get back to a normal routine and function like a regular human being again, I’m still just not over the whole “being displaced after the power outage” ordeal.

My muscles hurt.

My house looks like something out of an episode of Hoarders.

And my pants are tight and I’m bloated as heck after eating nothing but restaurant food for an entire week.

For whatever reason, I just can’t eat salads in a crisis. I wanted COMFORT food…like burgers, french fries, pizza, and basically anything with the word “cheese” or “cream” in the title.

I definitely ate like a pig during the Connecticut power outage…but not everyone did.

Since I am a blogger correspondent for ConAgra’s Child Hunger Ends Here campaign, I couldn’t help but think about all of the kids who were not eating regular meals while trying to wait out the storm in their dark and cold houses.

 

 

You see, plenty of kids in Connecticut count on getting a hot meal at school everyday. But when school is cancelled due to a power outage, they once again find themselves with empty bellies.

In the spirit of trying to get back into a regular groove this week, I will be participating in a Twitter chat this Thursday, November 10th, 2011 to talk about ending child hunger in this country, and how we can all get involved in the fight.

I would love for you to join me as well, so here are the deets:

 

Date: Thursday, Nov. 10

Time: 12-2 p.m. ET

Moderator: @ConAgraFoods

Hashtag: #ChildHunger

Chat Aggregator: http://bit.ly/ChildHungerTwitterChat

RSVP: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=232492526813147

 

I hope to talk to you on the chat. In the meantime, make sure to check out Child Hunger Ends Here to see how you and your local school can get involved in the fight against one of the biggest problems in our country.

I Have My Power Back. Now What?

This past Saturday night, it finally happened. THE POWER CAME BACK ON AT MY HOUSE!!!

Of course, I wasn’t there when we were magically blessed with lights and heat again.

Because The Mommyologist does not stay in a house with no power and heat. Instead, I was down by the Connecticut shore enjoying a glass of wine in front of the fire while waiting with my family for a table at this great little restaurant.

 

 

You see, after the big October snowstorm hit Connecticut right before Halloween, you couldn’t find hotel rooms in this area, and if you could find them, they didn’t have power either. Yes…I know…TOTAL SHITSTORM.

And because there was nowhere to hole up near where I live, we hauled ass down to the Connecticut shore where we lived at the Hyatt Place in Mystic for the week.

Fast forward to this morning, where I’m sitting on my comfortable couch and I’m about to have a hot cup of coffee out of my Keurig. I can’t tell you how many mornings I’ve done the exact same thing and totally taken it for granted. Shame on me for being such a damn diva most of the time.

I’m so excited and grateful to have my power back…but now what?

School is still cancelled today and tomorrow. And trick-or-treat has been rescheduled for tonight in my neighborhood (hooray)!

But something tells me that getting back into a “normal” routine is going to take a few days, if not the rest of the week.

Because I’m all out of sorts and don’t really know what to do with myself. Hell, I can’t even seem to make this post funny no matter how hard I try to stir up my humorous self.

Oh yeah, and I also have to do a bit of damage control now because eating at restaurants three times a day for an entire week and consuming a bottle and a half of wine every night has made my pants tight again.

Bye bye, wheat, dairy, sugar, and wine.

But hello electricity. I think that’s a pretty fair trade.