I have a girl crush on Kerri Sackville. There I said it. And if you haven’t checked out her movie series, you just haven’t lived. So when I heard that she’d been featured in a Sunday Life article (now posted online here) like a good little stalker I headed over for a read.
It was all about mummy bloggers. Which I guess I am. Atlhough I tend to consider myself as a personal blogger, I know everyone else in the universe would probably think of me as a mummy blogger. Because, seriously, how many photos of Riley can I possibly post?
In the interview, Kerri talks about two categories of mummy bloggers the brutally honest kind and the happy happy, joy joy kind. Although I do have lots of photos, and I have occasionally posted a photo or two of a cupcake, I hope I err on the side of brutally honest. In fact there’s a whole thread on the Australian Mummy Bloggers forum all about keeping it real. Note to self. Ease up on the photos of cupcakes. But less about me, self obsessed person and back to the article. I love a good supermarket nightmare story because it makes me feel less alone in my own supermarket meltdowns and my developing phobia of shopping alone. It’s no secret that I’ve tricked the husband into doing the shopping on the weekend, with Riley. Which means that I avoid the dreaded shopping and I get time to myself. I’m highly manipulative that way.
Of course, no article on mummy blogging would be complete with a few nay-sayers. Assuring us that they would trust ‘real people’ to give them advice and wouldn’t deign to read a blog because all their free time is spent on reading books and newspapers. Now I’m as big of a fan of books as you’re likely to come across and I’m certainly not anti-newspaper unless we’re talking about The Daily Telegraph. My favourite bumper sticker is “Is that true? Or did you read it in the Telegraph.”
I’m allergic to snobbery – I think it’s a sign of a weak mind. So I agree with my fellow bloggers including Kerri, Lana and Karen when they talk about the community that blogging creates. And I assure you, that we are quite real, as is the friendship, wisdom, support and above all else shared joy and unimaginable frustration. If we weren’t real, I’m pretty sure I would never have received this awesome coffee. And I definitely wouldn’t have all manner of lovelies hold my hand through my trying to conceive journey who have redefined the depths of understanding and empathy.
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