Ok.. I give.

Initially, the purpose of this blog was to keep family and distant friends updated on the happenings of our home. Tired of trying to send out photos and stories to everyone I know, I just refer people to here... easy enough.

I also realize that the web is an open forum and that there are many people who read this that do not know me personally, but keep reading b/c after a while it seems like we all have the same issues...
- raising children,
- maintaining a career,
- keeping our heads above water in a changing economy
& managing to stay married and still (deeply) love my husband are all part of everyday life that we can all connect to, right?

What I'd love to know is why it is that negativity and sarcasm bring people to post a comment, but those same people are silent when reading about everyday issues.

Instead of only negative comments about the hermit crabs, why did no one feel the need to share that they, too, had a child with an extra tooth and how their own experience was with that?

Since I lived and wrote about the hermit crab saga - I cannot separate myself from it. Perhaps it could have been worded differently, but this blog is not for perfect writings. I write when I have the time, which is not often and I certainly do not have the time to rewrite and proofread the posts. I can't censor this thing in hopes that it wouldn't offend people that I have no knowledge of reading it.

I enjoy the knowledge that if someone else ever had a kid with 'mulluscum' (sp)they can read my posts from when my child had it and know that they are not alone. (Because, trust me, that was a lonely feeling).

I don't know... The wind is taken out of my sails when people leave sarcastic comments about leaving a 3 years old unattended with sunscreen - like it is fate worse than death.

Anyone with a child knows, that you turn your back and little hands are holding a glass frame off the piano that they had to climb on an end table to get - or the baby has picked up a pencil - or someone leaves a door cracked open and you turn a corner to see a toddler just getting ready to step into the garage.

These things happen. If you can't understand that, I feel for you. But this is my life. If you don't agree with it, don't read about it.