This is the craziest time of the year. Every start of August, it's BlogHer, followed immediately by our annual camping trip. I don't control the dates for either event, so this is how it has to be. A friend talked to me recently about trying to get the camping trip moved a little to ease my stress, but because some of the families with whom we camp begin school next week, the dates are locked in. And even if we could move the camping trip back a day, sometimes it's better to do it all quickly, at once, like ripping off a Band-Aid. That analogy must make the people I travel with feel great.
I love both trips, but both are exhausting. This year BlogHer was even more of an energy drain as I thought it would be wise to turn it into a family vacation. I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea. Seriously, what is wrong with me? There was no break, no quiet, no downtime. There was jumping, fighting, hitting, and squealing, instead, both inside and out of my hotel room. Plus, a flash mob. And enough Twizzlers to build a bridge (or at least a replica). I am tired and dirty, yet the camping trip has not begun.
Soon after the camping trip, the kids are going to nonnie's house, to give me a break from questions about "accidentally" eating something off the floor and how it crunched, so did I think it was pizza crust? Nor do I need to make sure no one is sneaking a book into the shower. (Both incidents involved the same person and happened within the last five minutes.)
Jesus.
