This is a post by Merritt, who lives with her family near the ocean in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. When not filling out preschool applications, she is a sometimes blogger, an expert tutu maker and very happy mother to her sweet little Stella Clemetine. She is also Brooke’s sister.
Today it happened not once, not twice, but three times. Three times in one day I said the absolute worst thing possible, completely disregarding the feelings of the person I was talking to.
Was it the weather? That I stayed up too late the night before? Maybe it was because I’ve only taken the sacrament once in the last three weeks and I didn’t make it to the temple last month. Or it could be too much stress over this seemingly endless process of applying to preschools! (I know! Stress getting in to a Seattle preschool. Another topic for another day.)
Where did the words come from? I think they were kind of what I was feeling—just not said in the right way. And also not taking in account who I was talking to. Through stress, or fatigue, or weather, or whatever, I didn’t take the 1-2-3 seconds I should have before responding and just blurted out the first thing on my mind.
Mind you, this has been a problem all my life. One of the earliest words I can remember being used to describe me as a child was blunt.