Like a lot of you, I’m with my kids 24/7. We wake up together, eat together, play together, clean up (sometimes) together, and on and on and well … on. It’s like “Groundhog Day” only not nearly as funny.
Aside from the constant fighting, snack retrievals, and endless boring-ass conversations about Skylanders, I’m seriously lucky to have the opportunity to spend as much time with them as I do. It wasn’t always this way. Up until October last year I worked full-time outside the home. I spent a whopping 2.5 hours with my kids each day while we muddled through homework and scarfed down dinner, only to do it all over again the next day. I missed my kids, only now that I’ve been blessed with so much amazing togetherness, I miss missing my kids.
Doh! Did I just type that out loud? By golly I did.
Aside from the limited time I carve out to attend a random baby shower or grab a quick dinner with girlfriends, I am literally never alone. I know you know what that feels like. When you can’t take a shower or a quick trip to the bathroom with interruption, over time you start yelling more, breathing less, and ultimately dishing up a heavy helping of ugly to your unsuspecting family. No bueno! So what’s a mother to do? I’ll tell you what this mother does; she ditches her family and her very full laundry hamper to leave on a jet plane to NYC, Baby! Next week I’m attending the mother of all blog conferences, BlogHer’12.
I will meet, mingle, drink, and shake what my mama gave me with the cleverest and most talented writers and media visionaries for three days of bloggy debauchery. If BlogHer’11 was any indication, I’ll be dancing with glow sticks, vlogging from my hotel bed, and blowing up Twitter with the best of ’em (#Blogher12).
While there are so many amazing connections to be made and workshops to attend, I’m honestly just looking forward to being understood as a mother and a blogger. To being with my fellow parents who tell their stories and share their truths just so one person could better understand their journey – even that that one person is themselves.
I adore my kids and remain grateful to bask in their amazing company every moment of every day, but for a few days next week, I’m going to go by Lori (or “Mommyfriend” as the case may be), instead of “Mom.” And I’m going to like it.
I won’t apologize for needing a break from my kids any more than they should apologize for needing a break from me.
Will you be attending BlogHer? Let’s connect!
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