Paint The Town.

Last night was Baton Rouge Mom‘s first event, Paint The Town Rouge. I was so excited to be there and mingle with super fun (and smart!) women. It was kind of a blur, but I keep randomly remembering things I said to complete strangers like, “I am an expert at butt-wiping, but I know nothing about social media.”

I felt a little sorry for the bartender, who was responsible for a room chock full of moms who just got a night away from their families. Now THAT is a big job. I kept thinking he needed a hug — or a cookie — because I am no longer a normal woman who tips for good service. I want to smother mother them all with hugs and baked goods instead, which is a problem that needs to be dealt with before I leave my house again.

Here are just three of the fabulous girls who were in attendance, and I was so, so happy they were there. I was not aware that I was going to have to get up in front of a room full of women wearing red and introduce myself, which is probably for the best because I would have worried myself to death over it and driven Husband insane … BUT … just knowing I had a few people in my corner meant a lot. Because they know I’m not nuts. Because I heard myself talking up there and before I could stop it from happening, I was saying something like“I started writing because therapy is like $80 per session and I don’t have that kind of money.”

Which is totally the truth.

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