A bottle of merlot later...I wept for Britney. I wept for me. I wept. I wept. I wept. When you're an emotional wreck anyway and you also happen to have an unusual maternal and unexplainable love for Britney Spears, you shouldn't be watching the Britney Spears documentary while polishing off a bottle of merlot. Just not good looking out. I can't tell you how many times I've hit the backspace key just to correct the typos I've made and I'm barely three sentences in!
I just need to see a therapist. That's all there is too it. I need somebody to sit there and tell me, "It's not you, Kellie. It's THEM!" I don't even care who THEM is! I just want this to not be my fault any more!
My daughter is the coolest, funniest, most preciousest 2-year-old on the planet. She put on her brand new Tinkerbell footie pajamas tonight and ran into the room and proclaimed to me, "I am Tinkerbell!" And you know what? She IS. MY DAUGHTER IS TINKERBELL. And I love her for that. That taught me the hugest lesson right there. I am whatever I think I am. And after this bottle of merlot wears off, I am going to be fabulous. For her. For me. For you. For the universe. For the next man who falls victim to me. I AM FABULOUS. Screw therapy. I just need my own pair of Tinkerbell footie pajamas.
XO
Kellie
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