This week, I've been shamelessly begging for someone to fly me to Sydney and accommodate me for a national awards launch that I am a finalist in.
Finalist are not supposed to name the competition until the official announcement has been made, which has frustrated me no end. Keep it quiet, you say? I want to shout it from the rooftops!
I'm happy to say that a fabulous tourism PR company, Infront Communications and the M8 hotel group, have stepped into help. They are kindly going to put me up for my stay in Sydney, and for that I am truly grateful.
Cinders SHALL go to the ball.
I had hoped to organise complementary flights too, but no cigar. Virgin Airlines, a very social medai aware company, replied straight away that they couldn't help at this stage. I was disappointed, but grateful for their prompt and polite reply. Also, they sponsored me to attend my literary agent Selwa Anthony's annual Sassy conference last year, so I have no complaints at all.
Qantas, as always, ignored my emails and tweets, as did a handful of other companies. Really, what don't they get about the power of Mummy Bloggers and/or Social Media?
So I've booked the cheapest flights possible; Qantas one way, Virgin the other.
If I'm serious about developing my social media business I need to suck it up, because I need to be there at events like this. Particularly events which are to celebrate social media peeps who are awesome. Like me apparently. Squee!
I'm under no illusions that I will win, because the company I am in is way too talented.
But I'm honoured to be a finalist.
I wouldn't call it a Mother's Day present though.
The best Mother's Day present was having my kids arrive this afternoon. They couldn't wait until tomorrow to give me the gifts they'd bought at the Mother's Day stall with my money. (Their Dad didn't give them any money to spend on me. Typical. Even though I've bought presents they've chosen to give him for his birthday next week).
Tomorrow, they want to make me breakfast, and I'm hoping to take them fishing for the day. It's not that I love fishing, but they do. And on Mother's Day, spending happy time together is what really counts.
Happy Mother's Day Mums. xo