Thanks to my lovely sponsors Infront Communications and the Mantra Hotel group, I found myself jetting off to the launch of Kidspot’s Top 50 bloggers.
Held at the Tom Dunne Gallery in Darlinghurst, the soirree was a swish affair attending by most of the bloggers who had met Kidspot’s strict criteria to be named in the Top 50 blogger awards for 2011.
Squee! I can’t believe I made the grade. Nor that I’d managed to obtain sponsorship so that I could afford to attend.
In a sliding door moment, I may not have made the Top 50 Blogger list, had I not decided randomly to check my junk mail a few weeks ago.
Turns out the email alerting me of my nomination and requiring me to agree to the terms and conditions and answer a few questions had been sitting in my junk mail for days.
On the day nominations closed, I discovered the email about 30 minutes before the deadline to accept.
Holy crap! What an honour, I thought, and began typing like a banshee. (However a banshee types. I’m not even sure if I know what a banshee is to be honest).
It’s times like these that the old journo skills come in handy. I shot off the email with about 10 minutes to spare, and breathed a sigh of relief when I got the confirmation that I’d made it.
So here I am, sitting in a hotel room in Sydney. I’m feeling pretty damn exhausted after being up since 5 am to finish packing, schlep the kids to school, find the airport parking place, get to the airport, check in, and make my flight.
I’m always anxious when I have to leave the kids, and there’s that nagging feeling of Mother Guilt also. By the time I get to the airport, I’m literally shaking with anxiety, fighting that feeling I always get to go straight back home and be Mumma again.
But part of my pursuit of happiness is finding out who Bronnie is. The Bronnie who is not just a mother, but is a woman, a writer, a blogger, part-time nutcase, sister, daughter, and friend.
And the Bronnie who is hoping to build a social media business one day, which will help support my little family.
In Sydney, I wandered outside to find the airport shuttle bus, before almost being blown over by a gale. I swear, if I’d been carrying an umbrella, I might have drifted away, Mary Poppins-style.
And it was cold, so I decided to stuff the cost and get a cab.
Much quicker, and warmer. Though far more expensive.
Of course, I got the only cab driver who didn’t know where the Breakfree On George Hotel was. It’s a Breakfree Hotel. On George Street. How hard could it be?
Luckily, I’d thought to jot down the street address so he could put it in his GPS. (Whatever did we do without them?).
The room is comfortable enough, except that it’s a strange design and I can’t watch telly from my bed. (One of my favourite things to do in a hotel room. Yeah, I know, First World Problems).
There’s a rudimentary kitchenette, with microwave, toaster, and a couple of hotplates; and the mini-bar fridge is refreshingly free of over-priced alcohol and snacks.
I think longingly of the kids, and how I’d be able to whip up some soup, toasted sandwiches or vegemite toast if they got peckish.
But of course, it’s just me.
Which is okay, because I am Bronnie tonight, and it is time to make myself nice for the The Kidspot Top 50 Bloggers Launch Party. And the start of the New Ford Territory Bloggers Challenge for 2011.
I've already missed a few days due to being in Sydney without a decent internet connection. So please, people, please if you have just a moment, take a minute to vote for me here.http://www.kidspot.com.au/MySpot-Top-50-bloggers-Maid-In-Australia-...-Kidspot-Top-50-Bloggers-2011+5539+416+article.htm
Thank you, I will love you forever. MWAH.