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Dear EC Users,

In honor of Top Dropper Day, I would like to feature those blogs who visit me on a regular basis.  Whether it’s because you like what I write, because I drop on you, or because my page loads fast, who the heck cares, you came, some of you left comments, and I appreciate each and every one of you (especially those who left comments).  While I am honored to recognize my top droppers, I will soon be checking into that top commenter widget so many of you have and getting that on here soon.  I have other blogs that have a lot of posts and some comments, this blog actually has more comments than it does posts.  Exciting as that is, I’ll be working on more posts so you can leave even more comments.  Someday, maybe I can be as famous as Kathy over at The Junk Drawer. 

With appreciation and bloggy love, here are my top Droppers for January.

Visit them all and make sure to continue visiting me.  I’m striving to get readers like my top dropper.  Thanks Kathy for visiting every day and for being an inspiration to us all.

Me

Dear Friends,

I appreciate your understanding during our recent conversations and regret having to share my stress level with each of you.  It’s a predicament I put myself in a long time ago, but thought that as adults things would be different.  They’re not.

I was originally excited about my upcoming visit, but then some of you totally stressed me out with your decisions not to be around each other.  I have limited time and want to see you all, as well as spend time with my parents, and the fact that some of you would rather NOT be in the same room with others left me feeling like I had to choose who to invite to our dinner party.  I do not want to be in the middle and NOT invite anyone.  I also would not like to explain to each of you that someone else does not want to be around you, or that you don’t want to be around someone (and it’s not even the same person who doesn’t want to be around you).  I’ve spoken with each of you involved and feel better in doing so.  I’ve decided to invite you all, let you know who else is invited, and let YOU make the decision on wether or not you can attend.

I hope everyone will come.  It will be a wonderful time.  Great Food and Wine.  A group of High School Buddies now all MOMS.  Surely we can use this common ground to all get along.

I love you All like Sisters.

Shelly

Dear Puddin Pop,

Yes.  I am the boss of you.

I know you were super tired tonight at bed time, and didn’t really mean what you said but, yes, I am the boss of you.

When you spoke those words, “You not the boss of me”, part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to cry. I knew immediately that you had heard those words from your brother, who was probably saying them all day to his older, bossy friend, but I was still surprised.  Part of me was sad that, at two, you would be so upset with me and want to push me away.  Part of me was so proud that you were standing up for yourself, even if it was against me. 

I love you more than anything and only want the best for you.  It is my job to make sure you get everything you need…including sleep. My heart aches that you had to go to sleep so upset with me.  I’m sorry for telling you that you would need to make your own breakfast in the morning since you think you are the boss of you (even though this didn’t seem to phase you at all).  I will, of course, make your breakfast in the morning.  I will also do my best to make sure that you are provided with the skills and knowledge to someday actually be the boss of you.

For now it will be my job.  Not one I take lightly. 

Sweet dreams,

Mommy

Dear Hubster,

Yes, I do appreciate your sudden understanding that I would like some help with the dishes.  What I do not appreciate is the constant fishing for some sort of compliment or pat on the back.  Must you every morning ask me “Wasn’t it nice to wake up and have no dishes in the sink?”  The dishes I awoke to every morning were yours from the night before after I did all the dinner dishes, so yes, it is nice that you are doing your own dishes.  I also do not need to be told every night about you “nighttime dish-washing routine.”  I got it.  You’re making an effort to do the dishes, even if we both know that you have ulterior motives (like giving me some relaxing time before bed so I won’t be “too tired”).

Last weekends comment about leaving the cheesy egg pan for you to clean was unwarranted. I did not make cheesy eggs for the kids just so you would have to clean the pan.  I never imagined you would clean the pan, and by the way, you didn’t.

It’s been a week and a half since you started regularly helping with the dishes, after 15 years of asking.  I’m learning to not be so obsessed with keeping the sink free of dirty dishes and have even left dinner dishes in the sink and gone to bed.  Who am I to mess with your “nighttime routine”? 

Now, when you feel confident that the dishes will remain in you routine, let me know, I’d love to add some laundry to your routine as well.

Love Ya,

S~