There are actually two kinds of BlogHer hangovers. The kind of hangover I wrote about two weeks ago and the kind where you run out of words. Usually when I come home from BlogHer I find that I have mysteriously run out of things to say. It is as if I have told most of you in person and I don’t need to write any posts.
This year I thought I avoided that.
I came home from New York and I had plenty to write about.
Then all of the sudden I didn’t. I haven’t written here in a week and my last post was three YouTube videos.
I owe you more than that.
You know that I used to write for the now defunct DC Metro Moms Blog, right? Well, I did, and every once in a while I wrote something worth reading over there. Now that they have closed their doors they are allowing us to cross-post our work on our personal blogs. I wrote this this particular post last summer. It got picked up by several newspapers so it must be decent, right? Anyway, with back to school season upon The Goon Squad this seemed like an appropriate time to share it with you.
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The Class of 2022
My twins turned five this week. Between all of the preschool birthday celebrations and the birthday party (you know the one where I invited every child in both of their classes? Can you even imagine 32 four and five year olds in one room… after eating chocolate cake?) I didn’t have time to think much about kindergarten orientation.
Okay fine. I didn’t know about it until a week before so I didn’t have much time to obsess about it.
I came prepared the way any good blogger would. I had my camera and my iPhone. I figured I could twitter during the boring parts.
The tweeting never happened. First of all, I got stuck in the front row and second of all as soon as the principal started talking I was riveted.
She walked out and said “Welcome to the class of 2022.”
The class of 2022! Let’s pretend for just a second it doesn’t sound like something in a science fiction book. I remember thinking 1984 was futuristic. 2022.
That reminds me of a quick story. My husband and I were shopping for a couch recently and we went into a furniture store that could only be described as “mod”. The stuff in there was very cool, very uncomfortable and very overpriced. The problem is it all had the effect of Tomorrowland. You know, yesterdays idea of the future.
I said to my husband “That looks totally 2001.” The I realized that I had to clarify “Not the year, the space odyssey.”
It seemed so odd that 2001 was eight years ago. Now here I am sitting in a small plastic chair thinking about my babies graduating from high school.
In space suits.
I’ll fly to their graduation with my jet pack. Even that idea is outdated isn’t it?
I’d like to propose a toast to the class of 2022. It will be here sooner than we think.