Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I Apologize

I made my first real apology last weekend.


Like, ever.

That's right. I wracked my brain for another apology of that magnitude (it was an 8.3 on the apology Richter scale) in my past, and could not find a single one.

It might have something to do with my being perfect.

But, most likely, it has more to do with my being a HUGE chicken. A chicken who cries and cannot form coherent sentences during confrontation of any sort. A chicken who, then, avoids confrontation or unpleasant topics at all costs.

I mean, yeah, of course I have apologized to my own children (I hate to break it to you, but I am a lousy mom). To my husband (you guessed it: lousy wife...but in my defense, that guy is ridiculously right ALL THE TIME! It's frustrating). Maybe a time or two to close friends or family members. You know, the kind of apology that is for saying "I sympathize," more than "I did something wrong, and will you ever forgive me, please?" This was my first (and I hope last) experience apologizing when I was not sure of what the response would be.

It may have been the most scary moment of my life.

I could feel my heart beat in my teeth.

When it was all over, I had no idea what I even said (even though I rehearsed it 101 times in my head in the days leading up to it), so I won't be doing a tutorial.

But it felt good.

So good that I want to do it again. Okay, maybe not THAT good (that's some intimidating stuff, yo). But I DO want to apologize to my dear little sister-in-law now:

You see, she is stuck sitting in the hospital for the summer (the WHOLE summer) while she awaits the arrival of her third baby, and she asked ever-so-sweetly for people to post on their blogs so that she would have something to read. I told her that I would do my best, but I haven't.

I'm sorry, Marianne. Since I can't do anything else to help, the least I can do is blog.

I now commit to blogging five times per week until your baby is born.

Even when I'm in the middle of a REALLY good book.

Or saving the world, one apology at a time.


Marianne said...

Andrea, before I even read your post I knew that part of my comment would be, "Do you know how long I've waited for this post? Seventeen days to be exact." Totally in jest, I assure you! But then I got to the end of your post and laughed outloud! You are too funny. I feel honored that I was mentioned on the great Andrea Shuman's blog. I forgive you for not blogging, although you do not need to be sorry at all! I don't expect you to blog 5 times a week. Maybe 4 times but 5 is just asking too much!

P.S.- My husband is always right too. Even when I know with every fiber of my being I am right, I eventually come out of my irrational state and realize I'm not. It really is irksome!

Kimi Lou said...

So?............I want to hear about the actual apology! What happened that you needed to apologize for?
You kill me!