Shiny Bloggers Versus Spaghetti-in-Hair Bloggers

Why do we complain so much? I mean as a society we complain, a lot. Other countries seem to take things on the chin and move on. While we sit, arms crossed and complain. 
 

I’ve been trying to move past complaining so much. How much energy it takes to complain and be gripe is borderline crazy. I keep telling myself to find silver-linings in situations. If I complain, I also need to find a positive.

Something I have been internally complaining about is bloggers portraying life and their children as perfect. Their husband is amazing all the time. (First off, we all know men--and know this cannot be true. Ha!)

 Their child is potty trained and says 150 words by 13 months. And never, ever has a meltdown. Do you know these kind of people?

 I was spending silly hours of my day wondering how they kept everything so perfect and what was wrong with my cray-cray family. Then, I realized. I am obviously divulging way more of our lives than these people.

And if they want to appear “waxy and stepfordish” that is their prerogative. They chose what part of their lives they want to share with the world and I chose mine.  If they don’t want to confess that their husband forgot their birthday, because of the embarrassment , that’s their decision.

 I’ve also had to just suck it up and clean out my google reader. (Even though some still show up after I delete them. What is that about?)

It is nothing personal. But I have outgrown the blog. I have outgrown the shiny, happy, almost plastic life they are portraying. Give me a mommy showcasing pictures of a wrecked house and toddler with spaghetti in their hair every day of the week.

Typically, the story behind the wrecked house and spaghetti hair is better, and much more funny than the shiny people story anyway.

 I’m not saying don’t showcase your super cute family, because if  I read your blog, I love that part. I really, really do. I just don’t know who you are blogging for when you only tell half truths. If you are blogging to document, I think your memory of the events in question are going to be off.  

 Indulge me for a minute, think of your most favorite blogger, do they write “shiny” or do they write in a way that makes you shake your head in agreement, pee yourself with laughter and point to screen and say “amen, girl!”?

 I hope that I offer my readers enough disclosure to see what my life is like, but leave out intimate details that are not suitable for this blog. We are a PG-13 establishment here. (Just to clarify: Some Material May Be Inappropriate For Children Under 13. These “post” may contain sex references, up to four uses of explicit language, strong crude/suggestive humor, mature/political themes, moderately long horror moments and/or moderate action violence. There are usually no restrictions on non-sexual nudity. However, extreme bloodshed is rarely present. –Source: Motion Picture Ratings)

 Two topics I will not go into great detail here:

·         Monies. How much we make. How we spend. What we save. It is really no one else’s business. We are financially sound, and I leave it at that.

·         Politics. I have opinions, don’t get me wrong. But I feel like your political choice is sort of like a exercise plan. You need to make decisions based on what’s best for you and your family needs, not mine.

 So there you have it, my random rant for the day.  If I’ve offended you, remember—I am not a shiny blogger.