So I imposed a week long blog break on myself to help me bite my tongue when I got a comment here and a few others elsewhere that made me want to curl up in the fetal position and cry and/or try to fix it and explain myself over and over. I really needed the time to be still and remember that defending myself isn't what's important.
The thing is, I can't please everyone and it's just not realistic to think that everyone is going to like me. I've done my best to be transparent on this blog while still respecting others people's privacy but it can be hard to do without leaving lots of things open to interpretation, and people like to interpret things in interesting and not so accurate ways, I guess.
So I'm not going to say as much as maybe I'd like, but here is the gist of it. I never delete comments unless they are beyond hateful and cruel. Even then I almost always leave them up. I almost always answer questions that are asked of me in comments or by email. If you have questions for me, ask away! If I was a reader who hadn't been around for long I'd have a whole lot of questions, myself. My life has been kind of crazy the past couple of years. I would much rather you ask a question so that I can answer it rather than you jump to a conclusion that might be incorrect. If you do have questions, though, I'll tell you this...I'm a lot more likely to answer you if you don't call me a whore. Even John cracked up laughing when we discussed what people had said. I've slept with all of one person in the past eight years, and that's my now-ex-husband.
John and I don't and probably won't see eye to eye for a long time. But we have quite a history together and whoever is commenting here in his defense...it's not necessary. I have not and will not ever try to screw John over. John specifically asked me to mention here that in the future, he would prefer that anyone who feels the need to attack me in his defense email him directly instead of posting here. If you need his email address, let me know and I will happily pass it on. John and I are committed to co-parenting our children with as much grace as possible, and while he will miss the kids immensely and is understandably sad, he is fully on board with our move. This is a whole new world for all of us...neither of us ever planned on being divorced and there is a huge learning curve that comes along with it. We'd appreciate respect from those who disagree with our choices, both mine and his. We're trying to respect each other, and if we can manage that task, I hope strangers and acquaintances can as well.
In other news, we're moving in five days. The kids are both insanely excited and sad to leave their friends. But with a fun road trip coming up, excitement is starting to win out for both Ava and Jace. I am pulling my hair out trying to find a good home for my sweet dog Ally, who has been a member of our family for nearly nine years. If you know of anyone local to me looking for a sweet older dog who likes kids, email me!
We are trying hard to make the rounds and do everything one last time. We're hitting the zoo tomorrow and went to Busch Gardens last weekend. We had one last breakfast at our favorite small town eatery this morning, and we're checking off the items on our must-do-before-we-leave list. Of course this means that lots of the necessary but not so fun stuff like finishing packing and getting the car serviced is getting pushed to the last minute. I've always been a procrastinator. I did reserve our hotel for our first night on the road in Georgia, so I feel slightly more prepared.
Oh! And I got a letter from my college saying I made their President's Honor List, which made me very excited because I'm a huge dork. Now my Grandma can finally brag about me to her friends like she does my younger cousins. I'm going to get her a bumper sticker that says "My grandaughter has is and honor student and has a bunch of kids." Or something like that but catchier. I'll have to think about it.
So anyway, I apologize for the hiatus, but it was necessary for me to get my head on straight and separate my insanely emotional pregnant hormones from my higher logic. Thanks for bearing with me.