Here would be where there is a great big announcement about those bloggy changes, but if you follow me on Facebook, you know that Wednesday night and Thursday morning came with almost no break between them, which means that I spent all day yesterday with my head in a hole. Jack refused to sleep. Just plainly refused. And Hen.ry wanted to wake up every hour or so, screaming, wanted to be put in the bassinet, no, not the bassinet, the bed, NO, NOT THE BED, you fools! Get me out of the bed! WAAAAAAAAAH!
Yeah. Bad, screamy sort of night.
I was really worried that Wednesday night was a harbinger of things to come as they are on the cusp of three months, and I hear this is the magical point when everything changes, hopefully for the better. However, sometimes the change is just change, not better, not worse, just different. As one of my Facebook friends reminded me yesterday, three months is when her kid quit sleeping for more than two hours at a time, and he kept this up for TWO YEARS. And I died a little, right there, when I read that. Because there’s nothing worse than being bone tired and realizing that you’re never NOT going to be bone tired for the forseeable future.
However, the boys must have sensed my desperation, because they gave us a break last night, and fell back into their usual routine of giving us at least one good, long stretch of sleep (too bad it happens between 7:30 p.m. and midnight, when I’m awake for a good portion of that time…). I feel like a different person today. It’s amazing what a few hours of sleep can do.
ANYWAY, my point is that these impending changes require, as I previously mentioned, going over all my posts with a fine-toothed comb, attempting to hide anything that might be even the slightest bit incriminating, while ensuring that there aren’t gaping holes in the narrative of the blog. Because otherwise, what’s the point?
So, soon, but not yet. Of course, it’s not as exciting as I’m making it out to be. Those of you with WordPress blogs on which I’ve commented in the last couple of days have probably figured out that beeinthebonnet is, in fact, Kate (Bee In The Bonnet). So yes. I’ve registered a new domain over at WordPress, where I can password-protect posts as I’d like to. I’m still torn between posting too many identifying details, even under a password, because to be honest, I’m still not sure who leaked my blog to H’s colleagues, and what good is a password-protected post if the password is in the hands of someone malicious? It prevents people I know in real-life who I may not be aware have access to this blog from reading certain things and then inappropriately sharing those things, but it does not prevent the case of a random stranger being given access, only to put two-and-two together and sharing my personal information with people who I’d rather not share that information with.
There’s the rub. How do you share your story as you’d most like to share it while still maintaining at least the pretense of anonymity? You just really can’t.
However, whether I’m ready with my new-blog-celebration or not, my blogoversary happens anyway. So. Happy Three Years to me. It’s paltry in comparison to the big blog switch that I had planned, but here is the post that started it all on this blog space:
Read as you’d like.
Funny, despite all the big changes in my day-to-day life, at my core, I don’t think I’m all that different than I was three years ago…