I feel extremely sheepish and somewhat hypocritical for receiving such lavish attention. Oh, no, do not mis-read what I am saying. I love your attention. I crave your attention. Bring on the attention!
It's the incredible praise which makes me uncomfortable.
Yes, yes, I was one of those people, you know the ones who could never receive a compliment without "Thanks, but..." or "No, I suck." You know, one of those insecure beings who feigned humility. As I got older, though, I got better. I learned how to say "Thank you" and move on. So, for the past 420 posts or so, I have been saying Thank you! and moving on.
But I can't today. I just can't! I feel I am lying to you, dear reader, and I do not want to mess up our relationship with falsehoods.
See, I'm really not as great as you all think I am; I have many, many weaknesses. I still yell at my kids, I still ignore them while I blog, I still feed them junk when I'm tired, I still refuse to do laundry (okay, just putting it away), and I still get depressed and feel like the worst mother in the world. I may not do these things every day, but it still happens. Of course, I don't tell you all the nasty details, because I'm a positive realist (working on that optimism at all times!) and I really, really, really want you to like me! Ooh! Please like me? Oops. Too desperate? Thought so...
So, just to be clear: I am imperfect. I know, I know. The mind reels to think that Cheryl is not perfect. However, 'tis true!
Oh, and Thank You for the compliments. You really don't have to stop leaving them; I just wanted to make sure you knew for whom they were left...
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- Nephew goes home tomorrow! Not necessarily happy, but it will be nice to have my schedule back.
- Tonight we are hosting some youth and leaders for Youth Conference; I totally forgot. Doh!
- My MIL is coming to visit/help me pack next week. Hooray!
- It's supposed to rain all week-end. I love rain. The smell, the sound, the smell. I just hope #1 won't have a canceled game tomorrow morning.
- I realized I haven't decorated for Easter, yet. I usually do something, but I guess the packing/babysitting/moving thing kind of got in the way of my brain.
7 comments:
Yes, Cheryl, we did go to high school together, but I graduated in 99, so two years after you. I was in choir (which is probably where you might remember me from) for a couple of years, but my real fame was in debate. I was in the Blackfoot South Stake (riverton), oh and my maiden name is Stewart.
You crack me up! I totally know what you mean though. After my post about Daughter's birthday lots of the comments were about me being a wonderful mother. I read them and was thinking, man, if they only knew!
We don't think you're perfect. Just almost. ;)
You're just supposed to say thank you, silly!
I hope you're enjoying your husband. Happy packing!
You're still more perfect than me! Oh, we're never supposed to compare ourselves, are we?
PS, I'm not moving and the only Easter decoration I have out is the foam eggs my kids decorated. They're hanging on a pitcher of grass that decorates my house year round. And there are only 9 of them. And it's more than I did last year. Ugh. And my kids have never even heard of St. Patrick's Day. Ugh. Ugh.
Looking forward to you being back in the shadow of the everlasting mountains.
Um...yes...we know to whom we are commenting...It's just easier for us to see how great you are than it is for you to see it yourself. This is why you have blogging buddies and faithful commenters...to tell you what you cannot see for yourself. You're doing awesome girl!
See, I was on the fence about liking you until you said you refused to do laundry. Now I LOVE you!!
Aww, you guys! Thank you. :)
Kelly-
Thanks for making me laugh out loud!
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