…but this one is pretty damn funny.
A blog troll (sadly not an actual troll but just a female human) was riding her bike past my house (I lived in a house!) and told me that I’m not the worst mom in the mommyblog-o-sphere. That honor goes, according to her, to Maggie Mason. So I’m there in my dream, wondering what the heck Maggie has done that is so awful (I don’t know her but she seems to like her son and not be psycho or anything), and the troll tells me it’s because she traipses all over the planet with him.
If I had a rolling laugh icon I’d put it here. What the heck, subconscious? Why would a troll that my brain made up focus on something I think is awesome as the pinnacle of Bad Mothering?
My theory is that deep down I think I am just a mommy blogger. Which–you know, there’s nothing wrong with being a mommy blogger, but if I am one then what about the four years I was blogging before Sam came into my life? Do they just not count?