Last Saturday I went to a blogging get-together called Momz Share, put together by the fabulous Jennifer and the amazing Dipaola Momma. It was wonderful and I got to chat with some amazing local bloggers. But that’s really not why you come here—to read a list of links of the wonderful women writing out there. What you come here for (or at least part of the reason) is for some good, solid Stimey buffoonery.
And, hoo-boy, do I have some of that for you.
I often carpool with people to these events, which is a wise thing, as you soon shall see. On Saturday, I had to drive myself because I went there straight from the conference I attended last week.
I drive for thirty minutes to arrive on the street I could only assume was the correct one, based on the sheer number of cars parked along it. I check my email from the hostess for the address, collected my bag, my two tins of cookies, and headed down the street.
The house didn’t look appropriately loud or lit up, but it had the address on the email above the front door. Now, some of you might have backed up, looked up and down the street for a house that looked like it was holding a party, but I think you know that I wouldn’t do something so…what’s the word…reasonable as that.
I stepped up and rang the doorbell.
Dogs started barking.
Kids started running around and looking out the window.
A little girl started yelling, “Mom! Get down here!”
What I should have done at that point was cut and run. I should have turned around, walked to the sidewalk and hidden behind a bush. But I froze. And I waited. I waited until a lovely woman answered the door.
In her bathrobe.
“I have a terrible feeling that I’ve made a huge mistake,” I said.
The nice lady pointed me to the right house, graciously accepted my blubbering apologies, and retreated into her house.
Nicely done, Stimey.
The correct house, the one directly across the street, was all lit up and noisy. I entered, found some friends, and tried to shake off the idiocy that had just occurred. Fortunately, I am always participating in some sort of idiocy.
Thanks a lot for that photo, Dumb Mom.
In that photo, I am gesticulating wildly to WhyMommy, as I am wont to do. She was one of the people I was happiest to see at the party, especially in light of some dispiriting news she’d just received.
I told her that night that she is, bar none, the strongest person I know. And it’s true. And no matter what happens, I know that she is going to fight and fight hard. I’m putting my Team WhyMommy badge back up here and in my sidebar to let her know that I plan on standing up with her in her fight and will do whatever she needs.
Feel free to grab this badge, but more importantly, stop by her site and give her some encouraging words. Let her know she’s not alone. Let her know that you stand with her in her fight. Give her words of love that she can read if she feels alone.