The Sun Breaking Through the Clouds

So last week was a bitch in the Candy Cane Forest.  I had minor surgery last Tuesday and it knocked me down.  (More on the surgery later... I'm not ready to go there yet).  I had lots of help with the kids, but still.  I was completely useless.   By the time the weekend rolled around, the Candy Cane Kids were tired of being gentle with mama.  They needed their laundry put away, their snacks, their hair washed and their spills cleaned up.  And only mommy would do.   My body is bruised, swollen, sore and I can barely lift my arms.   But I sucked it up and soldiered through the weekend, because that's what moms do.  All I wanted to do was sit on the couch, read my book and have someone bring me club soda with a slice of lime.

I've also been feeling a little sad that I missed the boat on BlogHer.  I hemmed and hawed about attending.  I finally decided it would be silly not take the opportunity, especially when it's being held a mere 20 minutes from my house.  When I clicked on the register button, I was too late my mere minutes.  Oh well.

This week I am slowly coming back to life.  But yesterday I was in a funk.  Mr. Mint was out of town, so I was flying solo.  The house was a mess, the dishes needed to be done and I needed a shower.  But I chose to lay down and take a nap when Gloppy fell asleep for his nap.  Lolly and Frostine were at camp.  I woke just in time to get out the door to go pick them up.  I had to rouse Gloppy from his slumber which I hate doing.  We both had that post nap hazy feeling that seems to be made worse by bright sunlight.

I was feeling crabby and in pain.  When I got to the girls camp, one of the counselors stopped me on the way in and asked if I was Lolly and Frostine's mom.  I got that feeling in my gut.  You know the one that says "oh damn, what did they do?"  When I hesitantly said yes, she told me how much she enjoys my girls and how sweet it is that they look out for each other.  I wanted to hug her.  

As if that wasn't enough to brighten my mood... when I got home there was an e-mail in my in box saying there was space for me at BlogHer and did I want to attend!  Yes, yes, yes I want to attend.  I want to spend time meeting all these other fabulous women whose blogs I stalk and whose writing inspires me.  I want to meet other newbies like me.

So I'm going to drag my battered body to BlogHer in San Francisco and meet some new friends and talk about blogging.  And I'm excited.

Oh yeah, and these guys...  I love them.  They make me so proud.