About Tina

Tina lives in Phoenix, the Valley of the Sun(burn). She is mother to daughter “Sun-Bun”, b.2007 and son “Pookie”, b.2009 and Blue, the saddest bulldog in the world. She is married to a quirky man from Trinidad, which Tina is pretty sure is Spanish for “land of sexy dancers.” During the day Tina works in wireless telecommunications, spreading cell phone signals to all corners of the country - including your car (but please don’t text and drive). Tina suffers from parenting esteem issues which she attempts to mask with sarcasm and wine. She strongly believes that if Virginia Woolf had been a mother she would have penned, “A Bathroom of One’s Own.” She is also convinced that Nature may well be a mother, but the destructive forces of gravity could only have come from a man. When she is not aimlessly wandering the grocery store aisles, digging BPA-free sippy cups out of the back of her minivan or patrolling her home for scorpions, Tina can be also be found at Three In the Bed.
Author Archive | Tina

Used To Be Super-Mom


Lately I have been posting a lot about losing my mind. I wish I could do a post for you with tips for inexpensive Halloween costumes or tricks for getting toddlers to eat their veggies but from here at the intersection of Fried and Frazzled, I can only offer an exasperated sigh and run my fingers through my long overdue for a deep conditioning hair. I’m running on empty. Sun-Bun started kindergarten in August and for the first month I (...Read More)


I think it’s time for Dora to upgrade to GPS.


Would You Hire a Hot Babysitter?


At some point most parents have to hire a babysitter (unless you are blessed to have grandparents close by without Bunko commitments on a Saturday night.) Anyone who has been through the babysitter search knows it is an exhaustive process to find someone of sound mind and body capable of putting your children to bed with more compassion than your own “GET TO BED NOW” threats, and no one wants to come home to find a Nancy Grace camera crew (...Read More)


There’s no day so bad that can’t be improved by the sound of your child’s laughter.




I am terrified of insects.  There are plenty of terms for this fear which I give no merit to since I happen to think running naked screaming from the bathroom because something with eight legs and eyes is lurking in the shower waiting for a chance to pounce while you are rinsing shampoo out of your hair is not a phobia, it is just common sense. Living in Arizona has forced me to deal with the absolute worst insect of (...Read More)