Today, I will be driving to Pennsylvania to go to my first ever blogging conference!
I'm really excited, I think.
Honestly, I haven't had the time to think about it, prepare for it, adequately Google the speakers, check out the other ladies' blogs, think about what I'm going to wear, or even Google map my route there. I think it's just a few hours. I think.
Can you say campaign trail fatigue?
The good news is, I pretty much always have a suitcase at least half way packed!
THANK YOU to those of you who chipped in to send me to this conference. I promise, I am excited, I will take great notes, and I am planning on refocusing a lot of efforts into the blog and the little community we've built here after the election - so I'm looking forward to developing the skills at this conference to do that.
I've been up since 3:00am.
I had a bad dream.
About my weight and my mother, no less.
Michael comforted me as I gasped for air in real life. During my dream, my mother was accusing me of not coming home for the holidays because I had gained so much weight. So, I didn't eat dinner, and I went to work out. But the class was full of teenage skinny girls, and I couldn't keep up.
Hence, the gasp for air.
Michael hadn't been sleeping because his legs were spasming. Poor guy. I hate this for him. So, I flipped him from his back, onto his side and he fell asleep.
But - you guessed it - I never did.
I often can't fall back asleep after I do something like turning him. A lot of wives do this every night, and go right back to sleep. Something about the caregiver switch being flipped for me, is just hard to flip back.
This used to make me raging mad. Now - I have so much going on, I look at the clock and I'm like, 'well - I'll just get up.'
I tried to go back to sleep for about two hours. I prayed and prayed, which is good. I watched Brokaw sleep. He's so cute.
But, nothing worked.
So now it's 5:30am on a day that my alarm wasn't set until 7:00am, and I've already had a cup of coffee, taken the dogs out, fed them, done a load of laundry and have another one washing, and the dishwasher is running.
The upside: I'm actually getting a chance to mentally prepare for Allume! Yay.