But there was one problem…it was just like a sorority.

Then I started blogging on the old site and I had a ball.  I was able to talk to the Internets in a way that I couldn’t talk to real people.  I could write about the things that pissed me off and not have to worry about appearances or hurt feelings.  I was just one of many women on the Interwebs who were fed up with the falseness that seems to always accompany Suburbia….like the moms who you KNOW have a secret stash of Reeses Whipps (don’t we all?), but in public will only admit to having a single Green & Black’s Organic chocolate bar…that they have slowly been eating for a month.

And so I continued to write, until that one fateful evening when another member of “the club” took me aside and told me that she found my blog and wasn’t happy about it and that I should watch out or I could piss off the people in the club.

I was dutifully cowed…and pretty much gave up blogging for the last 6 months.  I switched all my energies to my other site.  After a few weeks, I convinced myself that I didn’t miss the “mommy blog scene” at all…I was now a “Frugal Blogger”.  I was hanging out with the nice people…not the ”bad” people who will call a spade a spade and admit to feeding their kids Cookie Crisp for dinner.

Except that I do sometimes feed my kids Cookie Crisp for dinner.  With a glass of chocolate milk.  And a brownie for dessert.

And I’m tired of hiding it.  I miss my mommy blogger friends (even if they don’t want to be called a mommy blogger).  I miss being able to get shit off my chest.

I miss typing the word “fuck”.

My old blog has been made private, although the contents have been transferred here.  It is my hope that it makes me a little less “findable”.  But the truth is?  I no longer care.  I have all but dropped out of my moms club.  I am not pretending to be friends with people whose company I don’t truly enjoy.  Life is just too damn short.  The people from that club who I am still friends with (and there are many) are not people that I will be bitching about anyway.

I’m done hiding.  I’m done caring about what people think.

And if they find me here and don’t like what they read?

Fuck ‘em!