the obligatory blogher squee post

They're everywhere. The posts about the BlogHer conference in New York. They used to annoy me because I was never going. But this year, I AM SO GOING! So I'm sorry if you're reading this and are annoyed. Stop now if you need to. I totally don't blame you.

Here's a little secret, internet. I've never left my kids before. (Except for two quickie overnight trips for funerals. And various trips to Labor and Delivery. Which really WAS like a vacation for me mostly because I didn't have to cook and had only one wee babe to care for. But it's a false sense of relaxation because OMG you will not sleep again for 12 months! And funerals? Well, you know. Not so vacation-y really, even IF they involve an airplane and a hotel.)

Yes. I'm very nervous about leaving my kids for FOUR WHOLE DAYS. (Perhaps not as nervous as Laundry Dad though.) But I'm also really, really, really excited. Although from the looks of my schedule, I won't be resting much.

I'm not wearing any fancy dresses. If you are? Awesome. If I did, I'd spill something on them anyway. I'm not wearing Sex and the City shoes. Because I am completely averse to pain and bleeding about the ankles. If you are? Come see me because I ALWAYS have Bandaids in my purse. And I may even spot you an Advil.

If you are rock star big time mondo popular blogger and I've loved you from afar, I'll probably try to hug you. And maybe take your picture. But then I'll move on and try not to be all stalker-like. (Try. I said TRY.) So, if you're not a hugger, just duck and run. For everyone else, I am coming to TALK TO YOUUUUUU. SO TALK TO ME. I'll even give you a bandaid for your bloody stumps.

The only thing I am bringing to the table is my charming personality. And my sister-in-law, who is actually more charming than me so she will cover me in any rough spots. (Like when I'm laying face down on the path in Central Park in a tutu. I will not be charming for most of the time I have a tutu on. I'm just saying. She also knows CPR. Important.)

I'm also bringing fun swag to give away. You know you want some.



My train leaves at 7 in the morning on Thursday, which is like, LESS THAN 20 HOURS AWAYYYYY. For the two hours before that, I will also not be charming. Once I get to the train station and get a large, steaming cup of coffee in my hand, the charming will slowly emerge as the beast slowly retreats.

I'm riding with a large crew of rowdy bloggers, and I can't think of a better way to kick off the weekend. (Ok, except with a possibly later departure time, but when traveling EN MASSE, you have to take what works for everyone. Sigh. Coffee.)

Hershey's is generously sponsoring our train ride, which is amazing and really helps make sure I'll have plenty of money to spend on cocktails in New York school supplies when I get back.

They even set the mood by sending all of us a gift pack of S'more fixings and these totally awesome telescoping fork thingies. My kids went wild. (And by wild, I mean, they pestered me every 5 minutes for two days until we had time to make the S'mores. OMG, ya'll.)


Just start a fire and no one will get hurt.

We had to light a fire in the fireplace to roast the marshmallows, which was actually kinda fun since obvs, we haven't had a fire in a long time.

***Insert adorably styled photos of the Laundry Children roasting marshmallows and making their S'mores. Crap. There ARE no such photos because the Laundress Sue fell dead asleep on the couch after being competely exhausted by saying "No, it's not time to make the S'mores yet" EIGHT BILLION times. And various other summertime activities. Therefore, no photos were taken. Laundry Dad assures me it was all very adorable. There was even a Hershey bar left over for me.***

If you are going to BlogHer, don't worry! There's smore S'mores where those came from! Hershey's is sponsoring the Snacktivity Suite in room #4233 where you can find crunchy sandwiches of gooey goodness and some Hershey's swag of your own. Just don't get any chocolate on your fancy dress.

If you're not going to BlogHer, well, sorry. Isn't this annoying? I warned you. But I think everyone knows how to make a S'more, so console yourself with one and plan to come next year.

Thank you, Hersheys!

(And my apologies to anyone whose head I bite off on the train before I've drunk my coffee. And that goes to everyone at the 5K the next morning too, because 6:45, ya'll.)

I hope to post updates from New York, but I may be too drunk popular busy exhausted.

Disclosure: As part of the S’mores Road Trip to BlogHer I received a round trip ticket on Amtrak to the convention and Hershey branded items. Any views expressed in this post are my own.