Friday, September 08, 2006

Reports of My Demise Were Grossly Exaggerated

Sorry for the very dramatic exit stage right the other day -- I can only say that I'm a drama queen, and I was just hatin' life at that particular moment. I didn't mean to spook anyone, I just needed a few days away to calm down and try and get my crap together. It turns out that Karyn was right on the money: I did *not* get my life totally sorted, but at least I didn't go completely postal, either.

I had several bad things happening all at once: major fight with child, another bodily injury that all the websites claim is widely known to happen more often to "fatties" (a comment which did NOT make the idea any more palatable); annoying stuff at school; and yet more Girl Scout troop woes. I won't subject you all to the gory details, however. I like you all too much.

I did, however, get a telephone call from my lovely twin, CCW, which brightened my day considerably. She had worried that I was so distraught that I'd thrown myself off of a cliff or something. She was calling to make sure I was okay. I assured her that I was, mainly because while my city is by the sea, we're flat-landers, and we have no cliffs.

I do want to say a big Thank you! to all my wonderful readers for their supportive comments. It really did help to see all of your well-wishes and good thoughts heading my way. I will promise in the future to act like a big girl and not a petulant three-year-old. I may not succeed, but I'll try.

13 comments:

Karyn said...

I'm just glad you're back among the bloggers, chickie. (Falling apart is something I am well acquainted with by this time. As well as having the girth of a Buick. But I digress.)

Vent and tantrum to your heart's content. What good's a blog if you can't wail and shriek and pound your virtual fists on it once in a while, eh?

:)

Old Lady said...

Yea, joke them if they can't take a f*ck. (a wooo-wooo!) You weren't acting like a three year old, when things pile on top of you like that, you must take time to sort out.

ccw said...

Welcome back!

Tell Offspring that I may still run away, but I will NOT do her chores. :)

I hope that you have a wonderful weekend. Next week has to be better! Unless the plague of locusts begins I cannot imagine it being worse.

Remember, I'll break kneecaps as needed. :)

Phantom Scribbler said...

Very glad to see you back! And I'm also very enthusiastic about breaking kneecaps as needed.

Marni said...

Kneecaps R Us it looks like! I'm so happy to see you are back. Missed you !

medieval woman said...

I'm glad you're okay - hope you're feeling better!!!

liz said...

I got my steel-toed boots all ready for some stompin'. Point me at 'em and I'll get 'em for you.

Glad you're back.

purple_kangaroo said...

Big hugs.

Songbird said...

Now that sounds more like the KLee I know and love!

Bridget said...

welcome back!

Sue said...

Yay!! You're back!!

molly said...

glad you're back and you so didn't act like a three year old. You explained yourself and then went off and handled things. Very adult in my book.

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