The Rest was Silence
My blog has taken on a different tone lately. I suppose it's gone off the skids a bit. I've de-monetized and closed to sponsors. I've also returned to my blogging roots by using Snarky Momma more like a journal to unload about the hard parts of my day rather than keeping an editorial calendar.
Let's face it--if you keep a paper journal, I suspect it only sees the light of day when you're at your worst and need to work through the tough stuff. When you're in a great mood and everything's going well you're probably not going to be at your desk scribbling about how good your kids were or what they wore or how one of them is cute with their missing tooth.
Lately, I've been having a lot of days where parenting two kids gets the best of me. I write about it. I get support from my peers. Usually. This morning, I had this comment show up in my approval queue:
I'll let that soak in for a minute.
I've been waffling for more than a year now about whether I should let Snarky Momma go dark. I even told my husband a couple of weeks ago that I was going to stop paying for hosting it. We're a pretty busy family, and I really don't have the energy to keep up with the social aspects of blogging anymore. Also, the older my children get, the worse of a parent I'll seem because I have no qualms at admitting I'm not perfect. I don't sugarcoat experiences because I know there are people on the 'net who stumble onto Snarky Momma, read my posts, and feel NORMAL because they're going through the same trials.
I've been opening myself up to judgement for as long as I've been blogging, but never until now have I thought "You know what? Bye." People suck, and, well...I don't have to give them a forum to prove it. A personal attack on me is fine. That's the cost of doing business, but to call my children names? No way.
Tiffany blogged at Snarky Momma.