Head on over to MamaPop ASAP to register for the party of the year. Sparklecorn 2010 is going to rock your socks off people. I do not lie. Trust me on this one…….
I know, right? Aren't you going to miss the boo ho, I'm not going to BlogHer whining. I know I am. I'm sure Doug is too. I guess this means he doesn't have to buy me anything.
So, um BlogHer. I only have 3 and 1/2 months to stress about it now. What am I going to wear? And shoes, I need shoes. And hair, I need to get my hair cut. (That crisis is being discussed today at DC Metro Moms.) I'm not sure I have time to do all this. Last year I had 6 months to stress about it. 3 is not nearly enough. Parties, there are parties right? And sessions? Maybe I should look at the agenda…
I'M GOING TO BLOGHER.
Huge, huge, shout out goes to my amazing sister who is making this happen by taking care of Michael for three days. I owe you, big time!!!
I can't somehow shake the feeling that it is the "wrong thing" to do to go. That it is the "bad mom" thing to do. (And I normally do not buy into this stuff.) That being a mom means I should stay home. But my son is going to spend the weekend with an Aunt he loves, and a cousin he thinks hung the moon. It's not like I am leaving him alone with a bowl a cereal and the dog. But why do I feel so guilty? Because if I was leaving him with Doug I wouldn't feel guilty for a minute. Because BlogHer isn't necessary? It is frivolous? And "mommyblogging?" And not important and not my real job…..and my internet friends aren't really my friends.
Whatever, I'm going. I'm so glad I get to say this. See you in New York.