Their Bad Mother

So I’m somewhere in Michigan City, just outside of Chicago, and I have to say: although I wept more than few times yesterday, and although the coffee in this Super 8 motel is reason enough to weep further, I’m kind of enjoying myself.

Which, of course, I expected. Just not this soon. I had fully expected to remain more or less choked up through most of yesterday (which, yes, until a Chocolate Chip Cookie Molten Cake a la mode set me straight) and then to transition into full anxiety today. And while I did get choked up while texting with my husband this morning about the babies, and while I am experiencing the lower-gut rumbling tremors of imminent anxiety, I’m still having fun.

And it’s just going to get better. MUCH better.

So if you see me at BlogHer looking panicked? Be sure to come up and remind me: THIS IS FUN. YOU’RE HAVING FUN.

And I’ll do the same for you.

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