I fought the urge to run over to my computer in the middle of the night to delete my latest entry. I will admit I thought about adding the entry to my kill-file more than a few times. I knew that I was going to offend someone, and I have always had a very hard time with criticism or hurting people’s feelings. As much as I do not want to think so, I am very sensitive at heart.

My son has had a nasty cold for a couple of days, and last night was “one of those nights.” We each slept about an hour at a time, and by morning, I was so completely exhausted, I just wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and sleep. For three days. I took him to the doctor after Jennifer picked her kids up from my house. I watch her two children two days a week, two hours each day. (It is a very hard life I lead, people.)

After we got home from the doctor’s office, I was ready to find my rock. I had planned ahead and picked up a very nutritious Happy Meal from Burger King. (No comments, please.) The plan was to feed the child, make him go to sleep, and then I could crawl under my rock.

Right.

About 15 minutes after Landon finished eating, he found his second wind and was ready to play. Remember my last blog? I never get a day off? Well, I needed a few hours – desperately. I immediately called B (my fiancé) and he came over to get Landon and let me crawl under the aforementioned rock. I slept a whole 37 minutes when the pharmacy woke me up. No, they did not call and wake me. They did not rap lightly upon my door, either. The man proceeded to bang PROFUSELY on my poor door. I think my doorbell may need to be replaced as well.

I was sleeping 5 inches away from my door and when I finally opened it, the poor man looked like he wanted to shove me through it. Only then did I realize that he must have been “knocking” for quite some time. Poor guy. I looked like a disturbed bear in the winter. He was probably k-keered (Landon Speak for ‘scared’).

After I woke up (*cough* at 8 p.m. *cough*), I picked Landon up and we came home. B lived up to his name and kept my child up the whole time. All of the mothers reading this know exactly what that means. Landon didn’t make it halfway home before he fell asleep in the truck.

I brought him in, laid him down, and sat down at the computer. Only then did I see the comments that people had left at my blog. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. I am so very happy that I didn’t sit down to a blog on fire. I was prepared for the worst. I knew that I had alienated all three and half of my readers, and I was going to turn into “that one blogger” who blogs to herself.

I want to apologize for offending anyone that may have felt that way. I can be extremely blunt when it comes to things I am passionate about. I have made more than a few mistakes in my 28 years, and I just figured it was about time I tried to do some good for once. I love writing the funny blogs that don’t mean anything, but I feel better when I leave some of my heart laying on the table. You know?

Until next time, don’t forget about the Twizzlers, my peeps.