They say one of the problems with social media is that we tend to only share only the good stuff of our lives. What we are proud of. Our finest moments and achievements. Well, not today.
In case I've painted a picture of our family for you that is always favorable, today you will see what I really deal with behind the scenes.
The relentless attack and accusations on my parental love and committment to these children I carried and sustained in my very body.
How dare they?
I believe they deserve this post today.
It all started after my oldest son (formerly known as my beloved firstborn) apparently read my blog yesterday (likely the first time).
I innocently and lovingly shared some Halloween photos of Drew, Ben and Ally when they were little and much cuter. If you missed it, you'll need to read the last portion. You can quickly catch up here.
(In case this is hard to follow, the writer's name appears at the top of their contribution. I am in blue.)
Note the time these shenanigans started.
Note: it's morning now.
Well, aren't they adorable with all their intellectual humor?
Can't you imagine them high 5-ing each other?
I mean seriously, who do these people think they are?
What can we learn from this?
1. Don't get your kids ipods - ever.
2. Never compliment or brag about them to anyone.
3. No matter how fair you try to raise them - they always think someone else is the favorite.
At least Ron, Renee and I don't do this to our mother.
Nor do Scott, Tim and Johanna subject their parents to this disrespect and ungratefulness.
Lastly, don't even get me started on the spelling and grammatical errors up there.