When I posted about my poor driving experience on the weekend my husband asked me why I would post such a thing. Why, he wanted to know, did I feel I should put something out there about myself that is insulting to me. Don't I care that I failed so many driving tests?
Truthfully, I really cared at the time, but once time passes the things that seem so huge don't matter all that much. I think that's kind of the point of blogging. You're putting yourself out there. And if someone reads it and says "hmmmm ..." (whether good or bad) then at the end of the day I think something has been accomplished.
I also hope that one day Matthew will read this (or some of it) and realize that sometimes we can't take life so seriously. So, I suck at Bellydancing. Laugh about it. So, I damaged the car wheel. Laugh about it. And, I also hope that when he reads about my choices when it comes to him, you know the parenting decisions, he'll understand my motivation behind them. Whether he agrees or not ... that's a whole other story.