After my last post, I expected a lot more hatred and flaming. I was surprised when it was more like, “well, hey, I don’t agree with you.” I’m glad that people are all nice about it. But I was TRYING to make you all HULK SMAAAAAAAAAAASH. And now you’re all like, “Please, Statia, it was so last month.”
I don’t really, think you’re wrong. I mean, I’m all about free speech, and do what you want. What I wish, though, is that some people would just stop and think of the children a little more. I see so many people who just talk about their kid’s every single move, and it pains me. I mean, I’ll be the first to admit, my kids will probably need therapy for some of the shit I do, but I’m so hyper-sensitive on what I share here, in this public space. I don’t ever want them to read and feel angry about what I’ve shared. And with all of the bullying going on, these days, I don’t ever want it to affect them negatively. Sharing for the sake of finding strength in numbers? Cool. We all know that being a mom is isolating and frustrating. And sharing and reading similar things to ours, helps ground us, and makes us feel as if we’re not alone.
So, I had to stop and take a step back. Re-evaluate what I was comfortable in sharing. And the holiday rush just slammed me this year. Now I have a horrible case of the winter lazies, and seasonal depression. Not depression, just…blasé.
I miss catching up on what’s going on out there. I miss writing, but I just need to get the hell out of the doldrums. I need some warm spring weather.