I considered going private on this blog, where my two loyal subscribers can view a blog post with a link but then thought about why blogging is important to me. I really enjoy sharing my experiences in crunchy living, measly attempts at Lao cooking, and other tenets of lazy parenting. What’s a parenting web-log if you can’t connect with other awesome moms/shitty wives? You’re probably still squicked out by the Instagram post and wonder how on earth can “mommy bloggers” (I hate that term but it is what it is but DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT) be transparent in the online community. Well, I don’t know what to tell you other than fall off the face of the earth if you want your kids to be truly protected. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’ll do and I’ve been somewhat anonymous in the almost two years I’ve been blogging. I have however kept a low profile since the beginning and have analyzed my future online-mom activity.
Be anonymous I don’t share my, Gym Hottie’s, or the kids’ real legally-attached-to-them names. It’s also a bit more fun coming up with their online monikers anyway. How much better can you go with “small testicles?” It was important to me to keep my real name, as awesome as it is, out of my online life because I do plan to return to the workforce and nothing like a simple Google search to show that you ate your placenta or judge little kids to send your cover letter to the shredder.
Limit exposure Here I thought I’m protecting my family by not sharing their names but plaster their mugs all over Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, this blog, anywhere that I can put a face to my identity as a mom. I have made the mindful thought to limit my family’s exposure on my blog, and yes, even my now private Instagram. From now on, I’ll limit their faces and definitely the kids’ (and GH, if he protests his sexy) bodies because they have not given me the consent to do so. As for me? Well, what’s the Laotian Commotion if you don’t know what I even look like?
Unlink “Sharing settings” Instagram has options to link to a Twitter account, where non-Instagrammers can see the photo, but not the comments or likes. I have since decided to not link my kids photos from Instagram to Twitter or my blog sidebar anymore; I’ll however link other random shit to my Twitter followers like a chocolate coin. Yeah, I dunno, people still eat that shit up. No pun intended.
It also greatly reduces my online activity too. I am the first to admit that I spend way, way too much time on the internetz. I tried making this rule where I would only be on my iPhone when the kids were asleep or either one didn’t need my full-on attention (eating, bath, etc), but that quickly failed. I do leave my phone inside when we go to the playground so I am forced to be a bit more involved during child play. Pathetic, huh? I love the online community because it’s difficult to maintain real-life relationships especially in mainstream parenting. I am understood by and I laugh with this community but I forget the two reasons why I’m finding this connection with other moms: my kids. They didn’t ask to be kids to a blogger nor did they want their potty trials and tribulations shared with you but you gotta admit seeing a tiny baby over the potty is cute. As I rush to write this during the kids’ nap, I still continue to be a part of the online mommy world only after I feel like I am fully available to the kids and.after they’re.passed.the.fuck.out.