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I had a great time at the ACA Conference last week. Although attendance was obviously down, probably due to the economy and the late announcement of the location, the exhibition hall was bustling with excitement and activity. Unfortunately I was not able to attend any seminars because of my booth schedule, but I did discover that I have a talent for passing out free t-shirts!

Sleeping in a large bed, by myself, was a true luxury. The hotel was nice, but I I am not discriminating. Snagging little soaps and shampoo bottles, having control over the television remote and being able to sleep unhindered are my hallmarks of "living it up."

I have concluded that most hotels are not equipped with enough electrical outlets for the modern traveler. I need to plug in my phone, computer and my leg. I was forced to unplug lamps in order to free up the necessary outlets. I am going to start traveling with my own power strip in the future.

Half-way through the second day of the conference, my Proprio signaled that the battery was low. I found this odd because I plug it in nightly. During my break I ran up to my room to get a quick charge.

After my leg was plugged in I noticed that the indicator lights were not illuminated. I checked the plug only to discover that the plastic was stripped away from the wires and that the connection was broken. The only explanation I can come up with is that the housekeeper accidentally sucked the cord into the vacuum cleaner, stripping the plastic and breaking the wires. Thankfully I was at the perfect location for a prosthetic malfunction, and it was quickly repaired.

Five days away from my Boys left me feeling homesick and anxious to return home. Scott had reached his limit of being "Mr. Mom" and was eager to return to work, if only to get a break from a needy little preschooler. I was bombarded with text messages and frantic phone calls, informing me that I "didn't understand" how tiring caring for Robby can be and expressing his need for a break. Travel weary, I finally crawled into my own bed after midnight on Monday and the parenting reigns were passed back to me.

As soon as I fell asleep, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet. Robby crawled into our bed and began to smother me with hugs. I knew that getting him back to his room by himself was a lost cause. We pulled out the sofa bed in his room and I slept with him.

Well, I didn't really sleep. Robby was wiggly and I was constantly being kicked or hit by flailing arms and legs. I was hoping to receive flowers upon my return home. Instead I was greeted with a gassy little bed hog. It's nice to be home!