Conferences And The Other Dilemmas They Bring!SOCIAL MEDIA | Nirasha Jaganath | January 23, 2011 at 10:11 pm
I love planning for conferences. I love being alone on a flight. I love being able to shut the bathroom door in a hotel room (and if I am sharing a room I figure my room mate appreciates that too). I love making myself pretty (well as pretty as I know how to make myself look). I love eating adult food and sipping wine. I love hugging my bloggy buddies IRL (in real life). I love learning new things. I love being in a room of people that actually get what I do (well somewhat). Better yet I love being around people who appreciate what I do (well some do). But…
I miss my babies. They drive me insane. In fact there are moments I actually utter threats like “I can’t wait for the conference next week!” But as I sit here excited to attend my first Blissdom conference (thanks to Mom It Forward – my awesome conference sponsors – awesome to have people you love sponsor you) I worry. Oh, and I am not just talking about the weather. That pending snow storm on the day I fly out of Boston to Nashville does not help one bit. There are several storms to weather when you head to a conference.
Even with sponsorships conferences cost. Everything from the transport to the airport to the other meals, to arranging babysitters, food for home and sometimes lost pay with hubby taking time off from work. Then add to trying to make everything as ready as possible in your absence. The clothes, the food, the school prep, the birthday parties (responding, presents, clothing), the extra classes like dance (and the costumes) should be enough to make your head spin. You would think that would be enough but we also have therapy sessions, school pickups from 2 schools in opposite directions and I am sure there is so much I am forgetting. I am sure there will be adventures and drama with me away, and while I know hubby has strategies in place, I am aware there will be some repercussions.
Then of course there is the guilt. That one is too much too much to tackle even as I garner the strength from a glass of wine. So let’s leave that topic for another post or on the other hand maybe not. I think I just need to remind myself about that whole beauty of the closed bathroom door again!