Mean people make me cry. It's true.
(You know what else makes me cry? The fact that there is essentially no one out there reading and commenting- (THANK YOU Alissa and Cindy; my heart runneth over; your comments make me want to lie down in green pastures) makes me wonder what I have to do to generate the comments. Damn, I read all these blogs these days- cancer blogs and Mommyblogs and Dadblogs- AND THERE ARE SO MANY FREAKIN' COMMENTS. I almost- ALMOST- want to fake a pregnancy so that people can harass me about attachment parenting and breast-feeding and whether or not I should take charitable donations for high dental bills. At least I would know someone is out there. I could post a picture of someone else's baby's toes and see what happens.
Ready? Here we go!
Can't you hear the stampeding hords of Internet trolls coming to make me question my self-worth? HELLOOOO Blogworld. I posted a photo of baby toes. I will now say the words FERBER SLEEP METHOD and FORMULA and DAY CARE and see what happens. If you aren't following all the MommyWars on the Internet, well... Good for you. Except that right now, you're probably all, "Huh? Wha? Can't you just post something about your interesting job?"
OKAY! So yeah, on Saturday, a priest made me cry. He actually SHOUTED at me over a LOUDSPEAKER during a mass in front of two dozen overdressed second graders and their families. Afterward, as I apologized profusely for something I did completely by accident which wasn't even all that offensive, HE CONTINUED TO PUBLICLY BERATE ME as I sobbed horrible hiccupy sobs in public. Also? He referred to me as being Jewish? And... It wasn't a compliment?
I'm pretty sure in that moment that the last piece of my Catholic identity broke off in my hand.