From the Bottom of my Heart

Maybe you noticed in the past couple weeks I’ve been a real crab. Or depending on your tolerance, a whiny bitch. Whatever. I’m comfortable with myself enough to embrace my pity-parties and recognize what a pain in the tush I can be. Besides my husband who’s legally obligated to put up with me, none of you fine folks need to. But you do. And you have been this whole time that I’ve been moaning and groaning and I appreciate that a whole heckuva lot. I try not to air all my dirty laundry because my parents read this, possibly a few of my co-workers (because I’m stupid bold enough to have vanity plates), and some other friends (um, would it kill any of you to leave a comment once in a while? dang lurkers…don’t make me chase down your IPs now!). Not that I’m saying anything bad about any of them, but there are some things in your life, in your head, in your heart, that you generally need to keep to yourself. Unless you know that no one who sees you on a constant basis is going to read these deepest darkest thoughts and feelings…ah, the anonymity of the Interwebs….

Well, to make a long story short (“too late!”), while you have seen some whiny crap pouring forth, that’s actually just the more superficial stuff bugging me. But all the support, love, humor, and responses back to me (comments/emails) has really meant a LOT to me because it’s helped me deal with the stuff on the surface so that I have more strength to deal with the other deeper things. I don’t feel so spread-out, so overwhelmed, or so helpless. I truly appreciate all of you and your words of encouragement. I don’t know that I could ever put into words what it really means to me…so I’ll stick with the words I know: Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of bottoms:

Who’da thunk my baby could have a bigger butt and thighs than my nearly four-year old???

(photo courtesy of Justin)