Exhausted Mother Disguised As Social Phobe

I'm in Atlanta this week, the place of my upbringing. The place where so many of my friends are and have been.

Thing is, W and I had a severely delayed flight in last night. One one leg, they kept us on the plane for an hour because of the lightning. I was seriously dangling on the edge of cannibalism, I was so hungry. I think I tried to take a bite out of W's cushy cheek. Anyway, if I told you all of the details, you'd cry for me, for sure. I won't. Suffice it to say that McClarkle (not his real name), the youngest brother, graciously caught us at baggage claim around 11 PM, just before we toppled over into comatose states.

Fast forward to today. DUDE. I am supa-sleepy. My mom has WAY TOO MANY DOGS and I feel like I'm constantly fighting one of them off of my arm in order to protect my daughter and self. I've got the beach coming up and I don't want to be all banged up for my bathingsuit, you know?

Back to tired. All I can bring myself to do today is swoon over my new dress I bought in a fog this morning and cool my feet in the blow-up pool that W is currently enjoying. I can't even begin to start the call circuit, even though I really do want to see everyone. I just need to hide out in my bunker for a day or two until I'm ready to venture out into the larger environment.

I've also resigned my job with BlogHer. It's been more than three years. Those three years have been great and I've had so much flexibility to travel and, well, be home. Truly special. I've got another therapy job I'm excited about and a girl just can't have three jobs. They've been good to me. (In that time, I've also lost my blogging voice because I'm reading everyone else's all of the time. I'm looking forward to recovering my inner fabulosity). TO HAPPY ENDINGS AND NEW BEGINNINGS (clink clink).

Holla!