That title up there? That is what it sounds like in my brain right now. I keep saying, “Man…I’m so tired…” but in reality? I think “tired” is not the right word. My brain is fried. My emotions are zapped. My eyelids hurt from crying and I have shin splints. SHIN SPLINTS! How in the hell did that happen?
You know how I am always talking about the annoying habit I have of getting people’s names wrong? And not just acquaintances…but my family? More specifically…my kids? I like to get their names mixed up. Or sometimes I like to call them by the dog’s names. They love that.
Well – as a sign of how zapped I am – let me tell you what I called NikkiZ yesterday. I called her, “Mommy.” SERIOUSLY…I called my 3-year old, “Mommy.” WHAT IN THE HELL? Of course – there is no way you can hear yourself call your child Mommy and not laugh your ass off. So it was a good mood-lifter. Try it some time. I think it would be just as hilarious if you faked it. Call your 3-year old Mommy pretend like you didn’t mean to. If your 3-year old is anything like mine? She’ll still be laughing about it 2 days later.
Anyway…we’re home now. Back in Alabama after a whirlwind week. There is still quite a bit left to do to get life settled back in Knoxville, but for now? I’m back in Alabama. I want to tell you about Dad’s services at some point in time…but for now? I’m just going to give the entire internet a great big hug. At least once a day I sat down to read through the comments on that last entry and each time they made me cry. Just knowing that other people were thinking about us and sending us their love…it meant the world to me. I think you were all holding me up yesterday as I (quite ungracefully) read a eulogy at my Dad’s funeral mass. I was totally trying to back out of it even up to the last second, but my brother wouldn’t let me. (He did his with only notecards…I’ll never understand how he pulled that off.) The strength just came to me as I started reading and I’d like to thank all of you for that strength.
On a less impressive note, however, I’d like you all to also know I’m blaming you for my accidental 9-1-1 call from my hotel room. I didn’t mean to do it (And still not exactly sure how I did it.) but I needed someone to blame so I blamed you: The Internet. I hope you don’t mind.