I spent the past weekend at the Bloggy Boot Camp Conference in Dallas with my Austin blogger friends Melissa from Domestic Engineering and B from Unexpectedly Expecting Baby. This was all kinda weird because a) I had never really been out of town with girls I didn’t really know that well, b) Dallas is my hometown, and I wasn’t even able to hook up with my family while I was there, c) Melissa may have tried to spoon me in the hotel bed after the post conference Mirassou Wine party. The details are a little fuzzy.
Anyway, I learned a ton that I’m still trying to process and soak in before it escapes my brain and before the short people take over my life again, but even weirder than the changing in front of new friends and being spooned by someone who was not my husband, was how much I missed my family.
It was all cool during the day. The conference kept us busy and inspired. There was always someone to talk to, or at the very least, a smartphone to bury your face into. And mimosas! But as the day wrapped up, and I looked around at the women in the room, many of whom were from the Dallas area, I got a little twinge in the pit of my stomach. They were heading home that night to their families, and I was aching to see mine.
Such a baby. I never got homesick as a kid. But here I was.
I had gotten to facetime with Christian and the girls with my fancy new iPhone earlier that day. He gave 2year old Zoe an impromptu haircut, getting rid of her awesomely 80s rat tail that I had been itching to braid and add beads to. The girls found a frog at the park. And then Zoe stepped on it and killed it, so then they had to bury it, because my husband is a way better parent than I am. I totally would have just kicked it into the grass and exclaimed, “Oh, Froggy had to go home and see his family!”
So I texted him that I missed the haphazard, chaotic, incredibly loud mess of a family that we had. And then he set me straight.
Apparently I was a little confused. I won’t let it happen again.
A few photos from the weekend, spooning not included, because that stuff’s private, yo:
If I was lucky enough to get to meet you at Bloggy Boot Camp, then welcome! I’m also on Facebook, Twitter, and since I’m a brand new iCrack user, you can also catch me on Instagram at latorres78, trying to find the most flattering self portrait filters.