A Mommy Story

Oh yeah, it’s Tuesday, isn’t it? I suppose you’re probably thinking It’s been TWO DAYS since BlogHer ended, so where’s my update, lady! I get it – I’d probably be thinking the same thing, too, if my keyboard didn’t look like such an inviting pillow at the moment.

I had a lovely 5 hours of sleep last night, which would be fine in most cases, but considering it was 5 of the 6 total hours I had slept in the past 48 hours, you can see how I might be just a wee bit exhausted. Thanks to a very early morning flight on Monday, and the voice of my frugal grandmother somewhere in a corner of my brain tsk-tsking me Pay $200 for another night at the hotel when you’d have to leave it at 4am to catch your flight? Do you think you’re made of money? I spent the night in the airport, uploading pictures and waiting for the American Airlines ticket counter to open.

(That 6th hour of sleep was graciously provided by my friend Violet, who invited me back to her house after the conference on Sunday, feeding me fast food burritos and offering her guest room for a quick nap.)

A full recap is coming, but I came home to a vomiting three year old with a high fever (yet unusually clear in her language skills), so I’m on sick child duty today. And need to run to the grocery and do all of those other mundane tasks I forgot about while I was gallivanting around San Francisco like some kind of blogging superstar.

Oh, and TSA? Was it really necessary to confiscate the sealed jar of Jif peanut butter I accidentally left in my carry-on? How exactly am I furthering the terrorist cause? Killing people by clogging their arteries?

More to come…