If motherhood is driving you to the brink of insanity, you are in luck! Ā I’ll be speaking at the Easton Public Library at 7 pm on Monday, May 4th.
Come and join me. You’ll laugh. You might even cry. (I know I will š )
I have a reader who sent me a messageĀ a while ago.
I’ll call her Anne. She lives in Canada.
I can’t remember if it was an email or a Facebook message or what.
But not too long after that, Anne signed up for my e-course.
And although we have never met, I would say that Anne and I have become friends.
I think we have a lot in common, and she makes me laugh.
She also says fuck a lot.
So anyway, a week or so ago Anne asked me for my address because she had something she wanted to send me.
I was intrigued.
I had no idea what it was.
And then, I kind of forgot about it.
Today before I got in the car to go pick up Number 3 at a friend’s house, I went to get the mail and there was a white package in my mailbox.
It was from Anne!
I sat in the car and opened it up.
There was like 147 feet of packing tape on that mothereffer, and it took me a while to actually get the box open, but eventually I did it.
While I was struggling with the tape, I thought about what might be in the box.
I imagined it was somethingĀ that contained the word fuck.
There was a small box inside the package, a card, and a folded up piece of paper.
I unfolded the paper first.
It was a receipt for the $50 donation Anne had made to the Canadian Cancer Society.
It said, In memory of: Susie’s little brother.
Commence crying.
Then I opened the box.
It was a mug.
It didn’t say fuck on it.
It said this:
I turned the mug to one side and saw this:
And then I turned the mug to the other side and saw this:
The only picture in existence of me and both my brothers.
Commence fucking bawling.
Then I opened the card.
Two new pairs of earrings fell out, and then I read what was written on the inside:
... since I started reading your blog and taking your e-course, every aspect of my life has changed for the better. Thank you and keep doing what you do…
P.S. Since your last pair of matching earrings got lost, here’s a replacement. Nothing fancy but a haircut like that deserves a ‘lil bling!
I put one pair of earringsĀ on immediately.
And I’m still wearing them.
Anne, thank you so much.
I am working so hard.
So. Fucking. Hard.
And I think I am close to really having it all pay off.
But I am so tired. And sometimes I really just want to quit.
Sometimes I think I am wasting my time.
And then I receive a sign to keep going.
And today that sign came from you.
So thank you.
You made my fucking day.
Chelsea says
Wow, what an awesome and kind friend you have there. Such a thoughtful gift!
anika says
How lovely!!
Not Telling! says
ANNE! Now I’m (fucking) crying. You are a doll. You are too, Susie.