I feel like I should have some guilt over my complete lack of involvement in Halloween prep this year but you know what? I don’t. I have decided that Halloween is going to be one of those things that is Muppet’s territory, kind of like decorating birthday cakes and cleaning up cat barf. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Halloween. I buy the treats to hand out and help put up the decorations (although this year they did it without me while I was at Blissdom. Yay!). I make sure that there is a hot, filling dinner ready for them before they head out that night. Those are all things I am happy to do. They are in my wheelhouse, if you will. Cooking, shopping, organizing. Yup. Done.
But my dear, devoted partner has gotten himself into quite a pickle this year because the kids now see him as ‘The Dad Who Can Do Anything.’ It started years ago with the birthday cakes. I would bake and make mounds of icing, then go to bed and Muppet would take over. Here are some examples of what I would wake up to in the morning.
See what I mean? He’s been delivering cakes like this since they were old enough to make demands for characters on their cakes, which in Mini Me’s case is 9 years now. But you see, the cakes then set him up to deliver pumpkins in a similar vein. Behold…
So it can hardly be a surprise that now they are assuming daddy can make any kind of costume they set their minds to as well. Problem is, poor Muppet can’t really sew. It was all fine and dandy when he was trawling the dollar stores and using super glue to make a proton pack for Monkey’s Ghostbuster costume, or when he was looking for a bow and arrow for Mini Me’s Ranger (from the Ranger’s Apprentice books he is obsessed with – basically it looks like Robin Hood) but this weekend he had to sit down for some serious time at the sewing machine and the atmostphere in the house was a bit tense, to say the least.
But, the costumes are done and they look awesome. Which takes us back to why I am bowing out of this Halloween business. I just can’t take the pressure, man. I don’t sew (although I would like to learn), I’m not crafty (and have no desire to learn) and I don’t need the stress of pinning and glueing at 1am to get the freakin’ thing done. I don’t function when sleep deprived.
In the end, I think it’s fair that I should have a holiday where I do very little to prepare, and then get to sit around and drink wine with my friends on the porch. Considering I feel like I’m still trying to wash the turkey smell out of my hair from cooking for 16 people at Thanksgiving, I think I deserve a mellow holiday where the only thing I have to think about is which piece of candy I am going to steal from the kids next. Don’t you agree?
I attended Blissdom right here in Toronto this weekend and I’m still trying to process everything that went on. I got a little crazy and booked a hotel room for both Friday and Saturday nights, with the full approval of Muppet, who figured he owed me a weekend of being a single dad for all those week days I am a single mom. I kissed everybody goodbye and hopped in a cab Friday evening, then off I went. Here are some things I learned at my first Blissdom:
1. Everybody is super duper nice. Like, almost strangely so. Maybe because it’s because I’m fairly new to blogging but I had no idea how warm and welcoming the experience would be for an unknown like me.
2. Free stuff is awesome. Nuff said.
3. Lynn of http://diaryofaturtlehead.wordpress.com/ is a Macarena goddess.
4. It’s difficult to answer questions about your skin care regimen when you haven’t had any coffee and it’s 8am.
5. It is possible to drink too much coffee, especially when Starbucks is shelling it out for free and the employees are so pumped about making you latte after latte
6. I am not a person who is good at coming up with clever costumes and I have intense envy of those who do.
7. It is very nice change to sit in a room where the use of smart phones and computers is encouraged at every possible opportunity.
8. I will never again go to a conference without kick ass business and/or personal cards. I was rather embarrassed.
9. It is possible to not eat a single vegetable or piece of fruit for two whole days and live to tell the tale (although I am paying the price now)
10. I will never miss another blogging conference in Toronto ever ever again.
My new teapot
Well, hello there. It has been a while, hasn’t it? As it turns out, being a full-time mom, holding two part-time jobs and trying to sleep occasionally means that something often has to fall through the cracks. Turns out that something was my blog. But, it’s Saturday and the sun is shining and I have a steamy cup of tea and I missed writing about what’s going on in my life.
Of course, the biggest thing lately has been this new job. I’m a few weeks in now and I don’t know how I got so lucky. The pay is crap (it is a start-up, after all) but I get to work with other women who all have the same desire to communicate with smart, driven women out there and form a community. I work from home every day but one, where I hop on the subway with my 4o-pound laptop case and work from my boss’ condo (which has a Starbucks on the corner). Sometimes we eat cake or chocolate. It’s like paradise.
The important thing, though, is I get to write. Whether it’s a Facebook post or an article or an opinion on one of the blogs we follow, I am writing all day every day. I wonder sometimes if this blog wasn’t what prepared me to have a job where I am writing. For so long, I had opinions or ideas, but the only people who got to hear them were Muppet and some of my girlfriends over a glass of wine. Even though this blog is anonymous, I still get to say things about my thoughts and my life that I would never normally share with anybody but my closest ‘inner circle.’ The blog has taught me that maybe other people are thinking the same things and going through the same struggles.
It was this blog that got me to sign up for Blissdom in Toronto next week. I’m sooo looking forward to it because I love learning new things, but I think that it will also be fun to see some of the bloggers that I follow live and in the flesh. It’s also my official ‘coming out’ because not only is this blog anonymous, I have never posted a picture of myself. But, the blog name will be there on my name tag for all to see and there will be women attending who know me from my previous career so I’m being outed no matter what. I’m kind of excited by the thought, honestly. It may be time to come out of the blogging closet. I have this new job to thank for that, because it has boosted my confidence in my writing. The ladies at work listen to what I have to say and they value my ideas and my opinions as much as Muppet or my girlfriends or my readers here.
So, I may have been MIA from the blog for a bit, but I have made a promise to myself to not let it slip again. Maybe I could just not clean the house anymore. That would give me more time, because I sure as hell am not giving up any more sleep.