I’m home now. I’m exhausted. I’m processing.
I’m not going to make the rookie mistake again of not planning a full week of children’s activities executed by someone other than myself the week following my next conference. I will need to catch up on sleep and decompress.
I am so spent that I just sat and watched while the Spiderman-costumed Frat Boy The Elder rearrange every piece of furniture in my den and turned it into a “movie theater.” I said nothing and continued to read the #typeacon twitter stream and realized everyone who attended was also discussing what we did there, trying fit it all into their overstimulated brains.
We met people who make us laugh while also intimidating the mess out of us because of their quick-witted brilliance. I’m talking about you, Anissa.
We laughed until our bellies hurt with roommates who hogged the bed, snored and talked in their sleep (I might be talking about myself), took blackmail worthy pictures, made raunchy jokes, performed Reiki sessions, and ate copious amounts of junk food in the bed after some butt-kicking parties where we showed off our collective penchant for the ridiculous.
We were on the news, again, because we were sitting outside when this happened. Also, we are not “Mommy Bloggers.” We are bloggers and writers and business people. Don’t pigeon hole us, WCNC.
We met people who made us think, inspired us to write more, and write better.
We ate delicious food with new and old friends.
We met people whom we “knew” online in person, and they were all shorter than I expected them to be.
We learned more about the business side of blogging than was ever thought to exist. We are all now trying to apply them to our blogs and our lives.
Did I mention we laughed?
Next stop, BlogHer’12.