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Deb on SanDiegoMomma.com shared a bit of an email she received recently. The person who sent the email expressed concern for the amount of complaining she does in her posts. This person felt it was an indication of something deeper going on with Deb.  She somewhat took it to heart and wrote about how it made her feel to read the email.

I’m no SD Momma and do not have as many readers or comments on my blog.  However, I have received one comment that basically told me not to have so many kids if all I’m going to do is bitch about them. Clearly, she didn’t get the point. Of my post, my blog or why I write this blog. The comment didn’t really bother me and I approved it and forgot about it. After replying by telling her to suck it and go else where if she didn’t want to read my bitching and moaning.

This blogging thing can be difficult. Most of my readers know me in real life and have known me for years. But many have never met me and only know me from my posts. Sometimes when I am writing yet again about how my kids make me want to put forks in my ears and drink until I reach oblivion, I worry that some of those readers who do not know me will think I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong: this is all real. This is how I feel. But I put a little emphasis on the crappy stuff for a few reasons. One, I think it’s funny and makes for good reading. Two, moms like to know they are not alone. I can’t tell you the amount of emails I get telling me that I could be writing about their kids or they could have written the same thing. We need to know that our kids aren’t monsters and that we aren’t doing something wrong. This is what kids do! This is how moms feel about it and we shouldn’t feel guilty.

I worry sometimes that people will think I’m unhappy and that’s why I complain. Or that I don’t love my kids as much as I’m annoyed by them. Or that I am always 100% serious in my posts. I don’t want people feeling sorry for me, or my kids or thinking my kids are these horrible brats or that I’m some whining bitch. All of that is true. All of that is part of who I am, but it’s not all that I am. It’s not my whole truth. I do believe that for the most part, it’s apparent that I am  happy. That I love my children and husband and taking care of them more than anything else or anyone else in this world. But there will always be someone who reads too much into my writing or believes all I do is bitch and moan.

The bottom line is, I can’t spend my time explaining that I’m kidding or exaggerating or assuring someone that I do, in fact, love my life and my kids. Either you get it or you don’t.  I can’t waste my time worrying about how my writing is being interpreted and who is concerned.  I started the blog in part so I could vent and not be censored. I’m not going to change who I am or how I write. If you don’t like it, suck it and read a different blog.

Now I must beat my kids into submission, put a little Kahlua in my coffee and take a couple Xanax.