Boobs Fart Too! (Or Things I Learned in Colorado)

This weekend I went to Colorado to meet up with some bloggy ladies that are near and dear to my weepy little asshole heart.  Nat, Josey, Amanda, Oak, Kelly and I all met up for a wild, drunken whirlwind of a weekend.  Ok so maybe Amanda and I were the only drunk ones but that is beside the point.  Duh.  We also skyped with Elizabeth for a couple of hours on Saturday and even though she said she was drinking a glass of water, I like to think it was vodka. 

It was kind of perfect timing for everyone, myself included, because I was having quite a rough week with the Hubs.  So I decided to spend the weekend reflecting on everything I'd been through and everything I am continuing to go through and to try and gain some perspective and peace within myself.  And with a lot of reflection, I learned the following:

- These women are real.  And raw.  And amazing.  I felt so much comfort in the fact that they already knew the worst parts of me, and yet, still wanted to meet and hang out with me for a whole weekend.  There was no fake conversation, no surface judgement and no reason to pretend that reflection on IF hurt any less than it really does.  They have all been there, they have all hurt too, and they all thought it was ok if I had to tell them a story or cry a little and let them say, "I understand."  It. Was. Epic.

- Men are clueless without us.  I know this goes without saying, but I kid you not, I made a fucking agenda for each of my children and left it with the Hubs.  Bugs missed soccer practice, forgot to wear pajamas on pajama day at school, and neither children were bathed AT ALL for the entire 4 days I was gone.  Every single one of these items was on the agenda, including the bath.  Oh yes, I put **BATH** on both agendas not because I am crazy anal list maker lady (although come to think of it, I am) but because I knew that Hubs wouldn't think of bathing them unless I wrote it down.  Turns out, he didn't do it anyway.  But to his credit, the children are both alive, he made it to the airport on time, and he even did some dishes.  AND the cake topper was that he told me that he appreciated me more for what I do everyday because he got a reminder of what it is like to take care of an infant alone for an extended period of time.

- Boobs fart too.  Kelly, Nat and I had pumping parties at the table and our boob farts were off the hook.

- Nat is super slutty in an underrated way.  (By underrated, I mean PG.)

- Did I mention all these ladies are beautiful too?  Like beautiful to look at?  Totally hot MILF weekend.  Proof:



Oak, Kelly, Amanda, Josey, Me, Natalie

 Please ignore any other photos of me posted by the other gals because somehow I ended up looking like a lesbian all weekend.  (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)  Also it is highly likely that I have an alcoholic beverage in my hand in most of the pics, obviously.

So there you go, you've been recapped.  I also made some additional discoveries and decisions about depression which I will post about sometime this week.