Outed

Oh Em Gee, I may have been outed today.

Really, I don't know if you can call it outed as there are many people in my life that know about this blog.

But then there are others (coworkers, parents and teachers at my kids school) that aren't aware of this here blog. And I intended to take my little bloggy secret to the grave.

This has been my space to be free from rules, free to say whatever I pleased, however I pleased and never the two worlds shall meet.

I suppose I was just fooling myself. Way down deep I knew the day would come...

What is all this about, you might ask ? Maybe nothing, maybe something.

You see I went to a demo today for a new parental guidance monitoring software called GoGo Stat (more on that later) and afterwards was asked by one of the media if I wouldn't mind being interviewed on camera.

Before really even thinking about what that meant , I had given my first and last name , the name of my blog and was answering questions. In an interview. On camera. For the local news.

I felt good once I was done, until I left and realized all the aforementioned people may see the interview if it makes it to the boob tube.

(And worse still... if tv adds 10lbs, how fat did I look?)

Several hours and some measured breathing later, I've decided: I.just.don't.care.

This is me. Like it. Hate it. It's me. I'm a parent and I'm not perfect and I have an online space where I share stories about myself and my children which (gasp) are sometimes raw and dotted with curses, sometimes ridiculous and downright silly. But they're real and they're honest. So screw it.

If I'm outed. I'm outed





There are far worse things I could be doing.