I Read Another Mom’s Blog

Blog posts can be lonely. I type them out furiously when I get a spare minute, only to click them into fruition in cyberspace. I have no idea what happens to them, or if anyone reads them. They are on my screen– and then they are gone.

Tonight a friend sent me a blog she likes and I thought I would give it a shot. The woman who writes it is sweet. She is kind. She raves about her children and the light that doth shine behind their glorious eyes. And at no point, ever, does ever let go of this image of being a perfect mother, and having the perfect life.

I love my kids. I love them so very, very much. But I also love wine. And adult conversations. And truth and honesty. And that lady’s blog made me feel like a real piece of crap.

I know that there must be a huge market for this sort of blog out there– clearly she is speaking the vagina masses. But are there not other women out there, women like me, who are OK with our imperfection? Aren’t there other ladies who can relate to what it feels like to just fail some days?

I mean, I am literally hiding from my husband and one of my kids right now. I went to go put the baby down and saw my comfy bed on the way out. So instead of spending the last few minutes before bed time with my family, I have been lounging in glorious silence, reading about how much this random woman on the Internet loves her children.

And now I feel guilty, because her last blog post was about how beautiful her children are and I’m 99% sure my last blog post was about poop. At least I’m guessing. Really, most of them involve some element of feces.