John Mayer : Say There’s a LOT I don’t say. At least I try not to. I don’t tell WonderToddler that if she throws one more tantrum I will have a nervous breakdown. I don’t tell SexyHusband how the thought of having one more child makes me want to dig a hole and stay in it. And I try not to blog about how many times a day I look up at the sky and wonder why me, out of all the people I know struggling with fertility issues and who are and will be AMAZING parents - why I am supposed to be a mom. Instead of everything else I wanted to be, my path smashed right into Mommytown where in spite of the occasional successes, I frequently crash and burn. Just ask WT, who has screamed in horror at the sight of me today. So instead of exploding, I listen to this song. Close my eyes, float away, and remember that what I say can’t be unsaid - and resolve just to say the things that NEED to be said. Thank you. Yes… and no. I love you. I miss you. I understand.

John Mayer : Say

There’s a LOT I don’t say.  At least I try not to.  I don’t tell WonderToddler that if she throws one more tantrum I will have a nervous breakdown.  I don’t tell SexyHusband how the thought of having one more child makes me want to dig a hole and stay in it.  And I try not to blog about how many times a day I look up at the sky and wonder why me, out of all the people I know struggling with fertility issues and who are and will be AMAZING parents - why I am supposed to be a mom.  Instead of everything else I wanted to be, my path smashed right into Mommytown where in spite of the occasional successes, I frequently crash and burn.  Just ask WT, who has screamed in horror at the sight of me today.

So instead of exploding, I listen to this song.  Close my eyes, float away, and remember that what I say can’t be unsaid - and resolve just to say the things that NEED to be said.

Thank you.

Yes… and no.

I love you.

I miss you.

I understand.