The only thing I can think of today is how I don’t have enough money for anything I want right now. (whine whine whine) No one really wants to hear about that. Seriously. No one.
Anything else I would have to talk about is BlogHer, but it would (again) cycle back to “No moneeeey!! WAHH!”
BAH and POOP on that.
(Just in case SOMEONE is interested, let me elaborate somewhat.)
- My meals are pretty much taken care of, but what about Kile? He joked yesterday about crashing the conference, walking in on lunch, attending sessions, etc. Seriously though, what will he eat? We’re thinking on packing some simple foods to pack with us. We’ll have to have a cooler anyhow to transport milk for Liam to drink so it probably wouldn’t take much more to bring him some simple food. BUT STILL. I fret. And worry.
- This leads to wondering if the childcare provided at BlogHer includes food for the kiddos. Would be great if it did, and on the other hand, am nervous for the poor souls who try to feed Liam. SO PICKY.
- I’m still fretting about the whole jeans/shoes issue. I know sneakers are an obvious choice. My sneakers are about four years old, though, and look it. Besides sneakers, I own flip flops. With the length on my jeans (particularly the ones I plan to wear Saturday), I really can’t get away with wearing flip flops with them. Well, I do have my “Ugg-style” boots, but NO. Will not take those to BlogHer. I’m pretty much a “fashion don’t” but I have to draw the line somewhere. I have been perusing payless.com and fondling the shoes through the screen, but that’s not helping anything. FRUSTRATION.
- Let’s talk about gas prices. No, wait. On second thought, we better not. I’d just get pissed off.
Yeah. That’s what I thought. No one wants to hear about that.
In lieu of that conversation, I have pretty much nothing else to say. I’ve been obsessively following Twitter all morning long, reading lots of BlogHer themed posts and feeling, ever so slightly, as if my head is about to spin off my shoulders and go flying across the floor. Anticipation does that to me.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
