tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post1318591330228322043..comments2024-03-13T02:14:28.006-05:00Comments on Emily's Little World: Wave of BlahEmily S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10982103855213817116noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-21064620950728762622014-11-26T13:19:29.127-06:002014-11-26T13:19:29.127-06:00I feel the same way on a lot of those things. I l...I feel the same way on a lot of those things. I love blogging but don't feel like I have a post worthy to post without pictures. How silly. I need to post for myself... not for anyone else. Then I have these pictures but they become daunting and I can't get it all together to do anything with them. Yikes. And I also have to suppress the inner middle schooler that is concerned with people not liking her. You're awesome... don't forget it!Melissa Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08471931942420824969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-78113517824588263932014-11-20T18:38:38.102-06:002014-11-20T18:38:38.102-06:00Stephanie,
I LOVE YOU. Thank you. Your comment i...Stephanie, <br /><br />I LOVE YOU. Thank you. Your comment is SO LIKE ME, and you are so right that the wrong little thing at the WORST time of day is far more de-railing than if it happens earlier in the sunshiny day. Thanks for understanding so well!! <3 <br /><br />Sarah, Danielle, Colleen, you too!! <3 <br /><br />Monica, you're so sweet to me. Thank you. Emily S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10982103855213817116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-14446113991244416452014-11-20T17:45:48.771-06:002014-11-20T17:45:48.771-06:00Wait, how in the world did you get inside my head?...Wait, how in the world did you get inside my head?Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06141155901467261448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-36861258290883511082014-11-20T15:30:43.383-06:002014-11-20T15:30:43.383-06:00Nononononono! It is not just you! Happens to me a ...Nononononono! It is not just you! Happens to me a lot, sadly - and is greatly intensified for me by being 4.5 months postpartum, so that's fun, too. I am glad you didn't let the wave of Blah swamp you. Hang in there!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653439993332924749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-74372688271885243332014-11-20T12:43:58.698-06:002014-11-20T12:43:58.698-06:00Annnnd I posted my comment twice after deleting it...Annnnd I posted my comment twice after deleting it once to fix grammatical errors. Rock on, sista.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15515274827803066221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-21451932226112852962014-11-20T12:38:57.445-06:002014-11-20T12:38:57.445-06:00I get you. I always seem to do really well until R...I get you. I always seem to do really well until RIGHT before my husband gets home from work when everyone is hungry and hanging around the kitchen looking for something to eat even though I'm in the middle of making dinner. Because they're all right there, I'm hounding them to get their homework and practicing done and they're usually whining about it and fighting with each other because they're HUNGRY and why couldn't I have made dinner earlier and why am I so irritated with my sweet, wonderful kids who, in that moment, I can't stand. Why can't I be more patient?! And the house is a mess and no one EVER cleans up after themselves and my dinner doesn't look a THING like the picture and it will probably taste like crap too. In that moment, when I'm feeling overwhelmed with life, someone not being my friend on Facebook would bug me way more than it should. And I'm certain I would be mad at myself for feeling irritated. Ha! I feel ya. Hang in there.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15515274827803066221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-58919368161910832792014-11-20T12:38:52.612-06:002014-11-20T12:38:52.612-06:00I get you. I always seem to do really well until R...I get you. I always seem to do really well until RIGHT before my husband gets home from work when everyone is hungry and hanging around the kitchen looking for something to eat even though I'm in the middle of making dinner. Because they're all right there, I'm hounding them to get their homework and practicing done and they're usually whining about it and fighting with each other because they're HUNGRY and why couldn't I have made dinner earlier and why am I so irritated with my sweet, wonderful kids who, in that moment, I can't stand. Why can't I be more patient?! And the house is a mess and no one EVER cleans up after themselves and my dinner doesn't look a THING like the picture and it will probably taste like crap too. In that moment, when I'm feeling overwhelmed with life, someone not being my friend on Facebook would bug me way more than it should. And I'm certain I would be mad at myself for feeling irritated. Ha! I feel ya. Hang in there.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15515274827803066221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-38047064569545506772014-11-20T08:36:32.098-06:002014-11-20T08:36:32.098-06:00I TOTALLY feel your pain. Been there. Mine are usu...I TOTALLY feel your pain. Been there. Mine are usually money related that put me in to that horrible funk. You are so hard on yourself! You are a wonderful, WONDERFUL, & beautiful person. I am thankful to be your FB friend :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32430870.post-37782389711694233382014-11-20T07:28:48.658-06:002014-11-20T07:28:48.658-06:00You are wayyy too hard on yourself. Most of what y...You are wayyy too hard on yourself. Most of what you say are things I call my 3am moments. When I wake up at those times and my head spins with all the questions. As far as Facebook drama, the friend issue is crazy sometimes. I am on there quite a bit and my kids are concerned if there arent several notifications a day by me:) I dont think my life is interesting enough to have that high a number of facebook friends. I consider Facebook as a way to keep in touch with everyone. Dont be so hard on yourself. I bet that friend doesnt even realize she hasent friended you. She is missing out!Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08243827165580991328noreply@blogger.com