bt, very early two-ish, IIRC.
Oh, Maria, dear. You are so utterly not ordinary, and dear God you have absolutely zero need to apologize or even minimize the shitty year you are struggling through or how thoroughly you deserve every drop of the ocean of love and empathy the Buffistas are pouring out on you. If we had the power to make your life be what you deserve it to be, we would.
I mean, holy crap. In the middle of all the burdens you're staggering through, you took the time just this week to extend yourself for Allyson and move people who were total strangers to her to do the impossible--obviously partly because they're decent people and they could see at once that Allyson was being jerked around for absolutely no reason, but I'm sure at least in part because it was you who were asking.
Seriously, I can only hope to be as ordinary as you when I grow up.
GROUP HUG EVERYONE!!
I had stuff to say, but none of it is very important. You all did inspire me yesterday to wash all my dishes and get a lot of the kitchen cleaned.
We leave on vacation (long weekend) in 2 days and I have a pretty full fridge. I need to really cook some of that up and freeze it somehow. I did start packing tonight, so at least something is done. I am trying to just pack one backpack each.
There are lots of other people having shittier years than I am.
It's not a zero-sum game, love. Your year is being pretty damn DAMN shitty. No apologies necessary.
I wanted to say something kind of cheesy but true which is that being a damned good friend can be extraordinary.
I don't know if this will be helpful or not, but I mean it in a helpful way.
It is helpful. Truly. It's just my own inability to reconcile what my life was supposed to be with what it actually is. The best way to put it is that I feel stuck, and I don't know how to un-stick myself, or even if I can. I really, really hope I get to where you're at, Stephanie.
You all are really fabulous, but sometimes I wonder if you're actually seeing *me*, 'cause I sure as hell don't see what you're seeing.
Oh, god, I just need to shut up. Rick, this may not be your subspecialty, but you must be having a field day.
This is why I've avoided alcohol lately. It turns me into a needy, whiny, self-absorbed being.
I am excited and happy about this baby, looking forward to my future, happy my business is going to earn me enough to support myself and the kids, and finally feeling free after years of feeling stuck.
I'm very glad to hear this.
sometimes I wonder if you're actually seeing *me*, 'cause I sure as hell don't see what you're seeing
I feel this way EVERY DAMN DAY.
Having been gone for a while, it was fun to come back last week to see MFNlaw and the rest of the hive jumping in to help solve Allyson's car problem. Followed, of course, by Allyson's triumph over the forces of darkness. It was very Buffy.
I'm ordinary. I haven't made a real difference in the world.
The words Maria and ordinary do not go together. You're a lovely and vibrant person. You've had some undeniably sucky years. I wish I could fix your life so that you have the life you want, rather than making do with what you have.
I often feel the same way, and I'm a lot further down the road than you are.
Not only do they have two psychologists for parents (even one is too much of a burden for any kid), they are identical twins with two parents who study identical twins for a living.
Are you keeping one of them in a box? (I know Skinner didn't really keep his daughter in a Skinner box, but I couldn't resist.)
