I know, that was dumb of me to delete my last post. But, after I woke up for the day, my husband called and said he didn't realize that I was sooo desperately sad. Well, that wasn't exactly the point. The point was that I'm not sooo desperately happy either. So, I felt like he disapproved. Isn't that ironic. Anyway, I erased it. Then I felt bad about that so I tried to recreate it. Well, turns out it's very difficult to recreate something I wrote at 4 o'clock in the am. Sorry, my bad. Anyway, I'll try to give the jist of it again, because I really do believe it.
I was at work reading blogs last night. (Don't think I'm a slacker, there was really nothing else to do.) Anyway, I came to the conclusion that bloggers across America are perfect. Their kids are perfect, their spouses are perfect, and even their hair is perfect. So, I wanted to just lay it out there. I'm NOT perfect. I put up a good facade on my blog. It's like my "happy journal". It's the one where I brag about my kids and husband and all that is good and holy. However, I have another journal. It's the one I hide in my bedroom for no one else to see. The one I write in when I'm sad and angry and pensive and every other emotion besides "blissfully happy". (Hey, I think I remembered that part.)
I think that's the jist of it, and I will try not to delete anymore posts.