23.3.16

The Madness Of Blogging

Being a blogger is a funny old game. Sometimes I am a Mum wiping tiny bums or doing the washing up. Sometimes I am stood in front of a group of 15 year olds teaching them stuff and praying they learn everything in time for their exams. Sometimes I am writing words that can be read by 10,000's of people around the world. One post I've written has been seen by over 1 million people. I recall writing it in ten minutes, hungover, in very shabby Matalan pyjamas, whilst the kids watched Peppa. I could be on the school run and get an email from the BBC or on my lunch break and a magazine wants to ask me to comment about something or other (OK tantrums, always tantrums).

It sounds super glamorous and exciting. But recently I feel that it 'may' be (as in totally and utterly) sending me a bit bonkers. For those that know me I am a teeny bit bonkers anyway. Despite being 'bubbly' (polite way of saying loud) I also worry. A lot. And when you are surrounded by small children, or teenagers, or your mates and you make bit of an arse of yourself that's fine. You can go a bit red and carry on with your day. When a work colleague disagrees with your opinion you think "SCREW YOU" and vow never to speak to them again (which generally lasts about two days). But when there are 1000's of pairs of eyes on you? It can get a little bit too...well a bit too much.

This is not me. I work in no bra

A lovely lady left a comment on a blog post today which started off with "I've put off reading this blog as I love your blog and I didn't want it to put me off reading your blog anymore" (waving to you if you weren't put off). It was a post about bottle feeding that did leave me bit bruised and battered Sunday morning when I read some of the comments on FB. But I have to suck it up as I do put myself out there so should expect people to not always agree with me (the fools!). But it's kinda a lot of pressure. It's hard enough in this world to be accepted as yourself with a handful of people let alone loads.

So this post is just to explain that I literally am just a Mum, in her 30's, who enjoys making people laugh. Who finds it easier to write things down than talk to her husband about it (who probably would look bored and roll his eyes). There are going to be things I do that you may not like. A post you disagree with, a photo you think is rubbish or a status that makes you go "god that woman is a d*ck". I've started to worry LOADS about what I post. What filter I should use on instagram and how can I maximise my Pinterest boards. I wonder if I should created a faux me (she would totes be called Britney if I did) or be the actual me and deal with the consequences if people decide they hate me.

This is the TOTAL OPPOSITE OF MY HOUSE

Obviously the moral of this post is "hey be you!" but if that's the case then please be OK if one day I'm not funny, or one day I'm a bit sad and maudlin. If we don't agree about something then that's fine as I am just one person. I don't represent a huge company, I don't earn vasts amount of money from the blog. And in reality who actually cares about my opinion? I talk crap most of the time. There is no team backing me up. My husband doesn't even read it which is a good job as HE HAS A SMALL WILLY (he will never see this). So I'm going to start to worry a little less and I know my alter ego Britney would be super high maintenance. She would make me diet. Who's got time for that sh*t?
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