I just want to say that I truly believe this was the first rainy saturday I have spent wholly at home with no real plans and no big activities since Sam was born, so almost nine years ago,that I haven’t wanted to rip my one arm off and beat myself to death with it by dinnertime.
Around here that counts as a good day.
I am not ignoring the question of whether I got flak for the slate article–I just don’t have time to respond fully, other than, most of the flak I got, and the stuff that was hardest to deal with,was totally from ME.
I do want to say more about my thoughts for keeping Rory feeling loved and secure in spite of an always present and googlable article saying there was a time in our lives that I didn’t love
Her. (there is also, somewhere, harder to find, an article about how much I resented lily when she was first born for coming between me and sam, so it’s not like there isn’t some precedent), but I want to think a little more fully about it first. I mean, theres what I wrote, and then there Re all of our blogs, and I am all for honestly on all of them–and they stay, you know, it’s hard to make a blog go totally away. Lots of us have left a record of imperfect love behind. So, more on that at a later date.