You’re welcome to [try to] sell your wares to me, but remember that I’m your friend first. That relationship is at risk when all you do is talk to me like I’m a customer.
I feel serious blogger guilt when I don’t blog often enough. But as I sat down to write a “sorry I haven’t written!” entry, I remembered something fun I did this week.
She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
I feel guilty when my frustration, exhaustion, and despair consumes me. I have two beautiful healthy children. Shouldn’t I just be grateful?
After over 4 years of blogging anonymously, using code names for me and my husband, I’m done. I’m coming out of the blogger closet.
It is real, and it does exist. You can avoid it by never, ever bragging in a public forum about what a good sleeper your baby is.