Motherlode-a-Go-Go

I know you are so going to get this: I am wiped out.

I am
invigorated, inspired and all kinds of geared up to get out there and tap into
my inner activist (who am I kidding? The Sharpies are always on hand.) on
behalf of women, and specifically, mothers. I am also right back to my caffeine
dependency this week (who am I kidding? Last week too. And the week before
that. And so on and so on).

I thought that once I was back from The Motherlode
conference, I would be able to really tackle that ginormous to-do list. So far,
very little of it has been touched, let alone tackled. Since I know many of you
get this all too well, I know you will be just fine with me shamelessly linking
to my rundown of my adventures in Toronto (and getting out of it) here rather
than racking my brain to rehash. I do
have enough energy to fill up my Amazon shopping cart, though, and so I’m off
to order some new reading for my night stand.

 
Until the coffee really kicks in (or we’re through the
dreaded Daylight Savings schedule effer for parents of children who can’t read
a clock yet), I’ll see you on the flip site.