Suburban Oblivion

Really, I am. I don’t delete comments, and I don’t make any attempt to guide the comments discussions. I prefer seeing what people think of whatever drivel I’ve put out that day. Comments make me happy, regardless of whether or not they are agreeing with me.

What does not make me happy is reading the comments and seeing a particular commenter has gotten negative emails based on something she posted here at my blog. In fact, it makes me kind of upset.

I haven’t ask who emailed, nor do I intend to. I don’t want to know, because I don’t want to be disappointed in the people here I consider to be friends.

To the commenter, I extend my apologies, I hate the thought of anyone feeling harassed here at my blog, and I hate that I could lose a long-term reader over it.

To the mailers, while I appreciate your concern(really, truly I do), please don’t play that way here. If I feel offended at something someone says, you KNOW I wouldn’t hesitate to call them out on it. I’m not exactly a wallflower with my words.

Closing comments on this one, for pretty obvious reasons.

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Last night’s post about my not-so-darling 2 year old was more of a Twitter than a post, but I tend to share things I know fellow moms will relate to. Sometimes I forget I get visitors who are not moms, and due to that I get a comment like this one.

I’ll save you the time. My partner and I will take the toddler off of of your hands… in fact, we’ll pay for your for your trouble (and I knowingly say that, aware that there is extreme potential that we’ll eat our words). As hard as it gets, don’t forget that there are loving parents out there that can physically or legally have children…

You are fortunate and lucky.

Thank you Jesse from Inarticulate Fumblings, because sometimes it really does take getting bitch-slapped to remind me that all in all, I do have it pretty good.

Being a parent has been described as the hardest job in the world, and personally I think that is an understatement. Hard doesn’t even begin to describe it. Part of the reason I blog is to vent and relate to other parents who are going through the same things. If I were to keep all of it in all of the time, I’d either explode, or become one of those people you see on the news who went postal in the middle of Target or something. That said, I do very much love my children, and it is not bad all the time, as evidenced by the fact all three have thus far lived to tell about it. I joke about selling them on E-Bay, but I wouldn’t actually do it.

They haven’t pushed me that far, yet.

But you are right, I should be more thankful for what I have. They may drive me nuts at times, but my life wouldn’t be what it is without them. Thanks for the reminder.

I don’t know what you did with my sweet, loving two year old boy, but I’d really like him back, KTHX.

Love,
The Woman Who is Seriously Fighting the Urge to List You on E-Bay. For free.