Ok, so apparently I am not the only one suffering from a BlogHer hangover. By the time I got home on Sunday afternoon, I felt like I did the entire summer of my 21st birthday where I partied too much and didn't sleep enough. Although this time, I stuck to two or three drinks per night and slept for at least 7 hours. Is this was "getting old" means?
Coming home to a very cranky toddler and the fact that I was never able to connect my work VPN to the BlogHer wireless network meant that I had a lot to juggle. I'm not sure who missed me more: my team at work or Darius (aka Mr. McCranky). I wanted to cuddle with my cranky boy but I also felt compelled to jump into the corporate email which would inevitably have hundreds of email by now.
Yesterday, I got up at 5am and turned on my laptop. To my surprise, I had less than a hundred emails. There is a God. Nothing urgent and most things already completed by my fabulous team.
So I did what any working mother would do. I sent my kiddo to daycare and took a sick day.
Maybe a hangover isn't so bad afterall.
