Monday, April 07, 2008

Back from Outer Space

So, I'm back from Johnson's Camp Baby and I have lots and lots of thoughts about the business side of things there. But I'm trying to collect them into some sort of big picture assessment that will be both insightful and fair. As one of the invitees who does NOT have some sort of ad-related restriction on blogging about an expenses-paid event, I feel I have an obligation of sorts to cover this well. Hopefully I'll have a nice, lengthy, typically tortuous Jaelithe-Style post up tomorrow, but right now my head feels like it's stuffed full of cotton.

No, I'm not still hungover. Really!

I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I came home to a house that looked like my son's toys had seen a better party than I had, and a kid who still insists the fact that I left him alone in the loving, perfectly capable hands of his other parent for a total of two and a half days is absolute proof that I no longer love him and am even now secretly planning to run away from home, never to return.

(So THIS the kind of appreciation, devotion and trust sacrificing a full-time career and social life for nearly four years so you can stay home with your kid gets you. NOW you tell me.)

Oh well. It was worth it, damn it. Dana and Lisa and I formed a St. Louis posse, and my two awesome wingladies made it much, much easier to pretend I was an extrovert for three days. Kristen braided my hair. Glennia gave me a hug, and a stack of Momocrats magnets to pass out, which made me feel all giddily official.

Carmen and Karianna and Christina and Lisa all talked with me about raising quirky kids, and in their group presence I felt for the first time since my son's diagnosis of Sensory Integration Disorder like I could talk to other parents openly about my son's sensory problems without providing a book's worth of explanation first. Because they'd all been there, or at least had visited a nearby town.

And on the way home I made it all the way through airport security wearing a Mominatrix t-shirt. Which I figure was practically like making out with Kristen and Debbie at the same time. And what could beat that?


Debbie said...

I dunno - I've heard that, as far as make-out sessions go, you should def. limit yourself to just Kristen - she's practically two women already, being the dynamo to end all dynamos, and then toss you into the mix, another dynamo, and it just makes sense.

(not that I'd be averse to said session. I'm just giving you and K the props you no doubt deserve.)

(this is all very tantalizing, isn't it.)

Jaelithe said...

Hmm. Whom did you hear this information about Kristen's makeout prowess from? C'mon, spill.

Anonymous said...

I'm still pissed at the hubs that he caused me to lose my spot. I should have been there making out with you girls.

Anonymous said...

It should be said that I had to get out of the shower to get the door when Jae brought me up breakfast after I overslept (and would've missed eating and subsequently starved) and she did the best imitation of a Southern Belle averting her gaze that I have ever seen. If that's not bonding, I don't know what is.

R said...

I LOVE Jaelithe-style!

Debbie said...

Jae, I'm just guessing. Don't I *wish* I knew.


p.s. same to you, Slackermommy. aka Slackerhottie.

Lisa said...

You give great recap, lady.

It was fun hanging out with you for several days. Made me adore and appreciate you all the more.

Kim Moldofsky said...

I'm at a loss for words Jaelithe. "It was nice kegeling with you," soudns a bit awkward, doesn't it?