I spent part of yesterday emailing with a new internet friend, and she asked me to point her to some specific entries in my archives. (The fastest way to my heart is to email me and to tell me that you are reading my entire archives and you love them and WANT MORE. Seriously, I love those emails. So much.)
Anyway, those entries she wanted to read, were about Michael's "behavior problems." And I'm putting it in quotes because I still don't know what they hell was going on last fall. His old school thought he was hell on wheels and his new school thinks he is fine, so what does that make it. "" is the only thing I can think of. Anyway, I found myself reading those entries from last fall and OHMYG-D how was I not in the corner rocking back in forth? In the fetal position? I think I had forgotten how seriously bad things were. Man, they were bad.
And you guys, your comments? They were amazing. I have the best readers in the world. Next time someone wants to talk about how bad the internet is, I'm directed them to ya'all. Because ya'all rock.
But seriously, this Jodifur person, I want to meet her at BlogHer. Because me, the honest to goodness me, I was a mess. I was not sleeping, barely eating, and crying most of the time. And I was fighting with Doug about what we should be doing. This whole, I'm going to be your Sadness Shield and I believe in You person, I don't remember her. At all. I remember literally feeling like I was going to drown.
I think that is what I am so afraid of when it comes to moving him. Of going back to that horrible, awful, dark, terrible, place that was last fall. When we had to rush him to the doctor but he had picked his cuticles so much he had an infection. And I let it go. Because I was too busy dealing with school stuff. Oh right, I think I forgot to tell you guys that.
But please know this. For all of you who think I am some cool totally put together person, I am so not. I am a huge colossal dork. A dork that does not in anyway shape or form have it all together. Most days, I'm barely hanging on.
So to the person who emailed me and told me they were going to be too nervous to say hi to me at BlogHer, please no, no, no. So, no. I am THE LAST PERSON you should be nervous to meet. Trust me. I'm a huge dork. As Amy likes to say, we are all just dorks with blogs. And I am dorkier than most. TRUST ME.
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First of all, thanks for the linky love! I wish I were going to BlogHer so that I could meet all you great dorks! LOL! Seriously, it is so much help for me to know that other moms out there are going through similar things with their kids. I can remember those days so clearly when I dreaded picking Punkin up. I went back and read some of my archives too, and it was amazing to see how far WE’ve come (though we still have some work to do!). Anyway, I just want to say thanks for putting yourself out there for us. It’s nice to know we’re not alone.
Personally, I think the old school just sucked and made everyone in your family miserable because they sucked. I love it when I find a blog that reels me in and I spend a ton of time going back and reading EVERY SINLGE post ever, no matter how many there are, I read them all. Those are my fav blogs.
p.s. yours is one of those that I read from beginning to end once I found it
I imagine BlogHer like a junior high dance, where people sort of mull around the perimeter, looking awkward, picking their teeth, hoping to catch someone’s eye but looking away when they do. It’s probably the exact opposite, but if it were filled with people like me, that’s how it would go.
Maybe by next year I’ll get over myself enough to go.
i really, really want to go to blogher. but i am a BIG FAT CHICKEN.
I want to go to Blogher, too, and meet you and all the other wonderful writers whose work I race to read every day. But also, I live in the DC area, too, and harbor a fantasy that someday I’ll just bump into you at a store and meet you that way, which is way less scary than the idea of actually starting a blog of my own, or going to Blogher.
I met the elusive Jodifur at last year’s BlogHer and I can report that she was quite lovely.
For what it’s worth, I think you’re awesome. And can’t WAIT to get “dragged” to a party with you my darling.
I’m super excited for BlogHer. I always am. And I’ve always had a blast.
In fact, I think my favorite year was my first when I didn’t know many people. It was a total blast.
God.
That sounded like I was going to sign off “Stay cool and have a great summer!”
xo
See, I’m different here, because if I see someone stalking my old stuff I get all freaked out and just want to apologize.
Wish I could meet you and all of your dorkiness at BlogHer!
Why are dorks with blogs so intimidating? And can we get Ts with that slogan made up for BlogHer? Seriously. I was so thrilled when someone came up to me at MomzShares and told me she had been reading me ever since I started my blog and just gushed! Blogging was a hobby but now is a way of life and I’m so thankful that people care what I have to say. Really.
Maybe BlogHer should be renamed DorkHer. I would not be offended and can’t wait to hang out with you there or anywhere else!
It’s funny how when we write our thoughts down they’re always more ordered or more of a mess than real life. At least mine come out that way.
I’m looking forward to seeing you at BlogHer again!
I’m so glad things have turned around for you all. We’re not quite there yet.
I hope I get a chance to meet you someday – I still hope to make BlogHer one of these years!
Um… yeah…. I’m still nervous. The closer it gets the more nervous I am.