So Janet of MTM went to the conference and is posting all kinds of cool stuff, and The Bearded Iris, whom I love, was also there and posting great stuff, and I'm all "Waaa, waaa, I didn't get to go to EBWW and it was my birthday and no one bought me a cake and I spent it attending OD's musical, waaa." Of COURSE I would rather have been at the musical. Of course. But it doesn't stop me from having one of those "But what happened to MY life? MY interests?" moments.
Then I read The Bearded Iris' blog today and I'm even more pissed I didn't go because I'm afraid now I'm forced to stalk her until I meet her at a conference, because I think we are living similar lives and I need to get a DNA sample to see if we are related somehow. Here is her blog post, read at will: http://www.thebeardediris.com/ Here's the skinny if you don't have time to read it yet - her cover as a blogger was blown, and her son's friend told her son that he knew about his mom's blog. The cold fear of every semi-anonymous blogger, including myself.
I love this photo at The Bearded Iris - she rocks it.
Her last two posts are near and dear to my heart, because I struggle with this very thing. I started blogging about 12 years ago, so if I had stuck with it I would perhaps be able to live off of blogging and be home with my kids like I'd like to be, but I'm not bitter and that's what's important. I was also a writer for a local newspaper and had an award-winning column called "Diary of a Mad Housewife." At the time, it was okay to tell stories about how my daughter called it a "Bagina" and said nothing was EVER coming out of hers. Or to talk about how my son thought our minister was YD's dad, or how my nursing boobs were hanging out at Henry Doorly Zoo in Omaha at a tour bus stop, all because my kids were little and no one cared. The only person I was embarrassing was myself, and I was (and am) okay with that.
A couple of years ago, when OD was 13, some moms of her friends were reading the blog, and one of them let slip something that was on a Whoreticulture Friday post. It was fairly innocuous, BUT, I found myself thinking, "I talk about blow jobs. Waxing. Positions. Farting. Which teenager is going to completely out my kid at school over my blog because their parents let them read it?" (THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. In case it was unclear. Because you might think it's funny to share with your teen, but your teen may not have judgement or filters when talking to mine.) But at the same time, teachers at all three of my kids' schools read it. Some of their doctors read it. My in-laws and parents and sister and CH's siblings sometimes read it. Current Husband and many of his friends read it. A local mom who hates my living guts for some still-unknown reason reads it to troll for information she can use to get other people to judge me. It's a sticky wicket.
Here's a freebie, judgey people - I'm showing off my melons in public again,
while forgetting to suck in my gut. OD took this picture. Someone call the DHS.
Bloggers generally don't get paid. I don't. It takes one to two hours to write a post, which I try to do three times a week. Because Blogger sucks, I rarely get comments or feedback. I once got an extremely nasty comment from someone who said that I am a c*nt and they would let CH bend them over (stranger, or local acquaintance? I'll never know. C'est la vie.) It's times like those, and the potential embarrassment factor to the kids, that make you want to quit. When you stare at your computer screen and say, "Why am I even writing this damn blog for no one?"
But in the slew of messages I got on my personal facebook page on my birthday, a few stood out as being blog-specific:
- I was crying laughing last night catching up on your blog!
- Girl, we should SO be celebrating your day at Erma this year :( Hope you have a most AWESOME year, Friend! Get that novel out this year--this is your year! Cheers to you!!!
- Can't tell you how often I read your observations and laugh so hard that I can hardly breathe
- Thank you for making me laugh every single day! :)
- Happy birthday sweetie! Wish we were celebrating at Erma!!! :(
- Hey you hot piece of sass - Happymuthafahkinbirthday!!!!! xoxox
I'd love to hear from other bloggers who have similar situations as Iris. Do your kids' friends know you blog? Do you blog under your real name? Do tell. I think Iris stirred something up that has been on the minds of bloggers for a long time.