I'm feeling better, breathing deeper, and taking it in stride.
The kid is good 96% of the time.
And I'm a stellar mom 100% of the time.
I like that no one preached.
Every assured me it was normal.
But still... kept the validity of the situation for me.
It's weird, becoming friends with strangers... while they remain strangers.
I don't think I'll ever really meet any one from Blog World.
But I talk to them/you every day.
I know what is happening in your lives, what projects your working on, whose communion dress you are sewing, when your kids have birthdays, and how many T-shirts you have in your bottom drawer.
It's like living in make-believe.
"It's such a good feeling, a very good feeling. Knowing I'll be back, when the day is new, and I'll have more ideas for you. And you'll have things you'll want to talk about. I. Will. Too."
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Where's my "like" button? :)
I have another drawer with just sweaters. Two just like his, but in better colors.
Well stay tuned. Because at some point I'll show you what I did to our antique secretary, the recycling center, the finished kitchen, AND if the Post Office ever figures out what the hell they are doing, what happened with my job.
And I thought that too, that I'd never meet anyone. Then Stephanie had a conference in Boston, and I met her. It's weird, because although I'd never met her, when we had lunch it was if I'd always known her. And I love that we text each other now, it's like a real friendship.
And I'll be honest here, every vacation I book, I'm thinking.... now who can I see on this trip?
Let me know what state you live in, perhaps I can work something out. :)
Bloggy relationships, and internet relationships in general, are just kinda weird, aren't they? They are absolutely real, but also slightly removed.
I'm so happy you have such a great support group. I just popped by for the first time today so I didn't get to be in your cheerleader section the other day, but I read your blog post and I would have. You sounded to me like a fabulous mom who was, you know, human. :)
~ Rhonda Parrish
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