Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
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.