In Between

Today is another one of those days. 

I'm ready to delete my Facebook account.

I'm ready to completely shut down my blog.

I'm ready to to quit reading blogs in general.

There are so many updates I want to know, and yet those are the same ones that I don't want to know either.  

There's too much to say and not enough to say.

There are connections I'm grateful for and connections that I could cut loose and never look back.  There are connections I want to cut loose but can't do it in only one place; I would need to cut out more than I want to do.  

It's a lot of distraction.  What am I accomplishing by checking the computer so often during the day?  

So, do I go cold turkey or linger longer. . .?

Bitter, Maybe?

I'm just gonna say it.


I've hid you from my Facebook newsfeed.  I've deleted your blog from my RSS feed.  I haven't checked your private blog in months.  I'm not sure I can face it any more.


You've adopted two children already, and you're ready to adopt another.  Congratulations!  Each adoption wasn't without its trials, I get that, but you've been raised on a pedestal so high (by everyone else) that I'm sure I can't recognize you as an actual human being anymore.  You've become THE VOICE for Adoptive Parents and Hopeful Adoptive Parents everywhere.  Guess what?  You bother me.  The one time I met you in person, you didn't even acknowledge me although you've commented on my FB page once or twice.  In the time my husband and I have been waiting to adopt, you've adopted two children and are now getting started on the adoption process again.  Perhaps I envy you; either way, I'm done with you for now.

I can't have any more kids.  We're the same age.  I'm lucky I have my only son, and you are going on your fifth child.  Your oldest child is the same age as mine, and your child is a prodigy.  She does everything right, has a million friends, and is perfect on your blog.  My child has a social disability, has been held back in school, and playing with friends is work.  Your blog depresses me.

You're long-winded, and you have at least 100 pictures on every blog post.  I don't think I can take it any longer.

And you, you're unscrupulous.  Are you sure you want to be posting all of that on Facebook?  I mean, weren't you upset when everyone was posting when they were pregnant and using their ultrasound pictures for their avatars?  Why, when you're now "matched" with an expectant mom, do you post her ultrasound picture as your avatar and give us a play-by-play about her.  I was happy the first time around; now, I'm just sick to my stomach.

Your blog wasn't bad, I was just done reading it.  Thank you for the insights you've given me, and I will always be grateful I found your blog when I did.  I think it's done for me all it can do.  I highly respect you.  Again, thank you.

Ummm, I haven't read any of your posts in months. . . DELETED!

You are funny.  I like your blog, but I don't enjoy it the way I used to.

I'm gonna admit that I feel much lighter, freer, in many ways.  I don't think I will miss the posts or updates.  I'll be okay, besides I still know how to find you, but now you won't be blaring in my face.