As for yesterday, I guess we all have those days. Those days where you just feel so down on yourself you are pretty sure you could just melt into a puddle and drain away into an ocean somewhere never to be found again.
But alas…I will say I am proud of myself. I let my pity party last one day. One really impactful day. And by golly, I did it right. I got really sad, gave it all I had, cried a lot, cried again, really got it all out. To an outside observer, I was officially bonefide.
But, then a great thing happened. This morning I woke up and felt good. Released. Emotionally cleared. Satisfied, if you will. Balanced. And I pulled myself up by the boot straps
put my big girl panties on
and went back to acting like the adult I am.
I got Rye to school. I went to work. Everyone made it through the day successfully. And now it’s the weekend.
Woo-hoo!
I am very ready for this one. That’s for sure. Homemade pizza for dinner. Bananas foster for dessert. Yes, I realize they don’t go together at all. But what the heck. I don’t care. And Don and Rye don’t care.
It sounds glorious to me.
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“put my big girl panties on”
Is that like those gargantuan Granny Panties your slipping into, that can be used as a parachute in a pinch?
Exactly. It’s a Southern thing. Pull yourself up, put your big girl panties on, praise the lord, pass the ammunition, and take no prisoners. And I like the parachute idea. One can always use a good getaway plan.
Hey, we’re making pizza, too!
It happens. I am also Southern, and I use the “big girl panties” and “big boy drawers” analogies pretty often.