BlogHer is over, Jason is here, my sanity is restored.
I spent most of the weekend lamenting my baby-less state that I totally didn't realize how much I missed Jason until I saw him standing in the hotel lobby. I didn't realize how much I rely on him to help me process things when I get overwhelmed and overstimulated.
And I now have new heights of appreciation for the gentle signals he sends me when I NEED TO STOP TALKING, because I seem to lack my own internal off switch and will talk and talk and talk, wondering why no one is telling me to STOP TALKING, or at least to bring the volume back down to a low roar, but mostly, to STOP TALKING. NO ONE CARES AND YOU ARE SCARING THAT BABY OVER THERE.
Now that Jason is here, he can pat me on the back or squeeze my arm or deliver swift kicks under the table -- and I know these are my signals to shut up. (AND STOP TALKING.) Apologies to everyone I met at BlogHer while lacking my anti-idiocy failsafe.
Anyway, contractually-obligated postings will continue all week at ClubMom, while around these parts I'm going to try my hand at this "moblogging" thing all the kids are talking about, so if you have not gotten your fill of Really Really Bad Photos of Amalah*, please check back in now and again. We're touring wineries, so...yeah. Durrrunks with camERa phoNees! Woooo!
And maybe if you're lucky I'll post a Noah-related meltdown or two, but I have to say? Um? The sleeping thing? The non-mommy thing? Damn. Is kind of fun. Plus Noah has two grandmas taking him to the pool every day and two grandpas spoiling him every day and zero mean mamas putting him in the baby cage every day.
*Yeah, I know. I asked Alice for a photo and then refused to STOP TALKING while the photo was being taken.