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Blog Day for The Mothers Act - Just DO it!

iMom, hear me snore.

I arrived into Chicago, yesterday, and was immediately reminded of my time here during BlogHer '07 - it really did make a world of difference - attending the BlogHer conference in July was SUCH a big step, for me.

I hadn't flown in 15 years and it was the first time I had ever traveled, without Garth (not his real name) and the kids.

Those two reasons, alone, had me second-guessing myself nearly the entire trip - until, I met my roommates and I remembered that, you know, I am more than just someone's mom, or love goddess.


Sorry, mom.

Though, I must admit, raising four children and dealing with their growing pains ranging anywhere from allowing my 10-year-old to shave her legs, NOT allowing my 13-year-old to go to the movies with her friends, who happened to invite some boys, unless her 8-year-old brother, and I, tagged along, too and convincing my 6-year-old that we can NOT possibly be the only family, who hasn't gone to Disney.

[takes deep breath]

Well, let's just say that keeping my head, above a crowd of 800+ women, in Chicago, was a breath of fresh air - compared to the everyday stink of sour laundry - but, I had to suppress a terrible urge to introducing myself as, "Hello, my name is Liz, I'm a mom and I totally suck!"


Attending BlogHer was an enlightening experience - what do ya' mean, I'm not the only one coming out of my blog and scared witless - who knew?  I could mingle, talk about my dreams and discuss a plethora of different subjects, other than what brand of Kotex I preferred.  Unless, I wanted to.  In fact, hanging with me could actually be, I don't know, sort of fun...right, Dana?

To make a long story, short (I know, too late) Dana and I connected and I was very happy to learn that we would be colleagues and writing for the Imperfect Parent.

In her latest article entitled, "Momstumes" Dana makes an interesting analogy about donning Halloween costumes and parenting, and wonders whether she is the only parent who pretends to be, someone else - especially, if it gets her through a very busy day:

"It doesn't stop with work. The costumes I wear at home are numerous. When the house is a mess, toys scattered from room to room and dishes in the sink, I dress up as Lucille Ball in my gingham dress, with scarves wrapped around my head, feather duster in hand just to tackle the chores."

I know what she means - in fact, I used a similar explanation - especially, when other parents accuse me of being a "Super Mom" like they did at a birthday party Mini-me and I attended, recently.

"I've just grown used to wearing a lot of different hats."

And, sometimes they do get mixed up.

"So,  what is This Full House?"

Crap, here I go.

"It's a blog...about me being a mom..."

[takes deep breath]

"I'm one of the mom bloggers on the panel speaking on Wednesday."

[eyes go wide]

"Oh, that's right, there's a lot of people looking forward to meeting you!"

Cewl...but, I had a sneaking suspicion that the woman at the reception, last night...leaning in close and reading the tag on my breast...wasn't one of them.

[shrugs shoulders]

Judging by the way she brushed passed me and introduced herself to, you know, someone else - who knew?

But, that's okay.  I didn't expect her to know me (I'm not that vain)  But, she will.  Soon.  If there's anything I've learned, since the 4 years I've been blogging - especially, in the last few months - it's that mommybloggers are NOT shy.  Most especially, if we're approached to volunteer our opinions AND you ask, nicely.


Then, make sure you have a nice, comfy place to put mommy's frazzled and wigged-out little head - hey, Busy Mom, check out this GORGEOUS bed!

I swear, I had to squeal and the guy next door said he heard me - apparently, I snore - now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go and get ready, change out of these granny panties (you're welcome) and convince some people, I DON'T suck!

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