I’ll confess; I’d been feeling a little sorry for myself this week because I wasn’t planning to attend BlogHer. The week was going well and I was, frankly, starting to question my decision not to travel this summer “for the good of the family.” My family was FINE! And I was going to miss out on a trip to Chicago!
And then yesterday my daughter’s head actually spun all the way around and I realized that if I HAD gone to Chicago, Otto would likely never speak to me again when I got back, and assuming that the kids were even still alive, that would be yet another scar on their tender psyches. Yes, it’s a very good thing that I hadn’t gone anywhere.
All the same, then I started feeling sorry for myself today because I was spending the day trying to convince my daughter to do the weeding which had been decreed as punishment for her misdeeds. She was screaming and crying and I was waiting for CPS to come take me away while I explained over and over that she was going to pull the weeds regardless of how much she cried about it and she screamed at me that THERE WERE BUGS. That was really great. WAY BETTER THAN A BLOGGING CONFERENCE.
And then tonight Chris and Susan called to fill me in on how things are going in Chicago, and Chris talked a while and then Susan got on the phone and talked a bit and then Chris got back on and announced that no one has pooped all weekend because the bathrooms have big shutters instead of actual doors.
Suddenly Weedgate didn’t seem so bad, really.