Yesterday was an extreme case of Buyer’s Remorse for me.  I typed up a blog post.  Saved it.  Reread it.  Saved it.  Read it again.  And then finally hit the publish button.I immediately felt torn.  Should I have published the post?  Should I have just kept it to myself? It was a post about my dream of being a millionaire with regrets of being a mom when I was still a young girl. I am still working towards my GED using these awesome Covcell video courses.
The first few comments made me feel proud of taking the risk and publishing my true and honest opinions on my blog.  And then I got some comments that made me wretched and heartsick and physically nauseous.  I should have kept that post to myself.  I shouldn’t have hit publish.  We’re all just moms doing our best to survive, so why would I add fuel to a fire of controversy?
I unpublished this post, I disabled all comments and then I got angry.  Really angry.  It’s MY BLOG.  Who cares what anyone else thinks?  I don’t blog for anyone but myself.  I do love readers and comments, but in the end this is for me.  Did I get some hurrahs from readers?  Great!  Did I possibly alienate myself from some others?  Maybe.  In the end, it doesn’t matter.

This is my blog to say what I want. I stand by everything I said yesterday.  I am tired of hearing about all these different trendy-super-mommy-methodologies.
In the end, we are all parents.  So what does it matter how we get there?  I’m not even sorry if I pissed you off.  I respect your opinions, you can respect mine in return.  No one is forcing you to read.

FLUFF FRIDAY

I hear that my generation is very nostalgic.  Already.  This is why all things of my childhood are so popular right now.  Have you seen the craze for cupcakes at bakeries across the country?

Even Sesame Street has been running classic clips in their latest episodes.  And did you hear that Nickelodeon is bringing back Clarissa Explains It All?

Oh yes they are!  I am over the moon about this.  And it’s not just Clarissa – my old friend Doug Funny is coming back too!  Anyone else wants to be Patty Mayonnaise when they were in middle school?

Speaking of mayonnaise and nostalgia… I went through a phase as a toddler where I was really into Peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.  My mom swears they are really tasty with sprouts on them.  To that I say, “Pass me the fluff!”

My coworkers and I were talking about the wonders of the fluffernutter sandwich at lunch yesterday (as we all munched healthy, grown-up food much to our dismay).  One of the interns sitting with us is Canadian – and had never heard of fluff.  Whoa.

My desires to move to Canada for free health care have been quashed in a single blow.  So when I happened to pass by a display of Fluff when I was running errands last night, I bought some on behalf of our poor, deprived, Canadian intern.

And then, when I turned the jar around to muse nostalgic on the familiar glass jar, I saw The Recipe: Never Fail Fudge.  The most delicious chocolate creation of my fondest childhood memories.

Dear Mom, I may disagree with you on the PB&Mayo&Sprouts sandwich, but thank you from the bottom of my heart for the thousands of pounds of fudge you kept in my tummy.  Much Love, C