I wrote my last post late at night when I was mega tired, frustrated, and definitely overly sensitive. Can I blame it on the pregnancy hormones? I was feeling misunderstood by family and friends who didn't mean any harm but made innocent comments to me about my blog that I just couldn't seem to get past. It really was my fault, my worrisome self, getting the best of me and my blog!
I woke the next morning and wondered why in the world I didn't just delete that post. I kick myself for it, really. Then I read all the comments. I was a little embarrassed. Please believe me when I tell ya, "I didn't mean for the pity party my peeps, but I must say, your comments meant more than you'll know, and if I'm ever in a fight, I sure do know lots of bad ass (sorry Forrest) friends and family who are willing to back this girl up! Whoa Nelly!"
It was refreshing to hear that you too have felt this way from time to time. I was relieved that many of you understood and mostly post the "good times" as well. I know all of you who write in "blog land" understand that it isn't reality. For example, my kids aren't perfect, but 10% of the time, they come so close, and that's when I blog about em'! You all get my drift.
Unfortunately, I will continue being my ridiculous, dramatic, nerdy self. Thirty five years in the making, it's who I am, and there's no changing this now. However, I am making a promise to myself, at this very moment, to ACT this way..... much less often!
