Good Enough

Last night if you peeked into my room on the 19th floor of the W in Chicago you may have noticed that I was there by myself, in front of the television, under the blankets with a chocolate bar on my lap.

If you came back in an hour and a half later you would have witnessed a tearful phone call, followed by another call that made me laugh. You may have pitied me, this sad little figure tucked away in her blankets whilst the busy city nightlife went on without her.

What you would need to understand is this night came after one with only 3 hours of sleep, and the night prior to that held only 5 hours of shut-eye…I was craving the solace of a good movie, which was allotted to me for $11.98 on pay per view. I was craving my children which I needed to shed a tear for in the solitude of my own room. I was enjoying my good cry, I was embracing the fact that I missed my family, and for the LOVE OF ALL THAT’S HOLY I was kind of exhausted from my networking efforts and just decided I had earned my hermit rights for the night.

My first phone call was of course to my beautiful family. They were all at a party. Buster asked me if I was on my way home, and when I replied that I would be home in two more sleeps he said he saw a car he wanted to play with and handed the phone to Missy. Missy told me she was at Carson’s party and well, bye mommy! Bubba could only exclaim “I’m bopping da balloons! I’m bopping da balloons!” My husband texts me pictures of the perfect job he did on Missy’s pigtails. He even put barrettes in the front. He also sent pictures of the Sesame Chicken he made over rice. Oh yeah, and tonight they’re building a bonfire in the back yard. They really would be fine if my plane took an unfortunate dive and crashed over the Midwest on the way home. (sniff sniff) 

My second phone call was to my long lost friend Shana, who’s known me since the beginning of time. I love and miss her but there is nothing like a phone call to an old friend to lift my spirits. I was laughing by the time it was through.

This is not to say that I spend the last three nights hidden away in my room.

I have roommates with whom I would love to start a commune with. The bloggers have been friendly and interesting and the conference has provided great food for my pie-hole. The classes have been informative and diverse. I was forced to ride on a 150 foot Ferris Wheel that moved at 2 miles an hour and at which I closed my eyes and screamed show tune songs the ENTIRE RIDE because I had to distract myself before having a panic attack. It was horrible and I seriously have sworn off all future Ferris Wheel rides. I don’t care who’s begging! Lake Michigan is more beautiful than I could imagine and tonight we danced on the beach and watched the sun set.

Tomorrow my yummy roomies and I shall tour Chicago by water, say our good-bye’s to new acquaintances, and get on the plane to head home.

I have loved this trip. It has filled up my well and given my a fresh slate to once again return to family matters. It’s helped me discover what I want to achieve as a blogger and what I will define as success for myself. I just want to write. I have to say I was put off by all the talk of numbers and search engine strategies, tales of stalkers and trolls…I think the theme of this blog for me should have been “mo blog, mo problems” that’s what I’ve noticed.

I love my little blog.

XOXO everyone. Be back in the Emerald City in no time.

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