Internet Anonymous – The Kids Are Not On Fire


I have no desire to be popular.  Not even web well-known.  I have no strategies to article #ootd which, if I’m genuine, would involve different pairs of leggings (denims if I’m experience extravagant) and incredibly relaxed, orthopedically supportive shoes.  I never have the persistence to write self-deprecating captions about how I woke up like this, and if I did (and the captions were being accurate) no a single would want to see the pics.  

I’m just blogging for enjoyment, striving to make connections with other dad and mom and sharing the humorous pieces of what can be very long and difficult times, punctuated by as well transient and often interrupted durations of unconsciousness prior to we’re ideal back again at it.  If I can make someone else crack a very small, knowing, commiserating smile, perhaps my working day hasn’t been a overall catastrophe after all.  Veering in the general course of catastrophe, absolutely sure, but hitting the brakes just in time.

But I’m also conscious that I’m sharing tales that require other men and women, who may possibly or may well not agree with my characterizations of activities or their steps.  I’d also loathe for a potential boss or latest coworker to Google my title (or my kid’s or husband’s) and arrive away with a wack-tacular impression of me (us).

Remedy: pseudonyms and inventory shots.

My husband was enthusiastic about the choices.

Me: “Hey, sweetie, do you want a pseudonym on the bl—”

Ryan: “YES.”

Oh boy.  I had a feeling I was in for it.

“Okaaay, what do you want it to be?” I asked, right away regretting my foolishness.

“Tony Stark,” he responded, probably impressed by our son, sitting down on daddy’s lap in an Iron Man onesie.


“Fine.  Thor.”


“Aw, what’s mistaken with Thor?  Or Tony Stark?”

“I cannot title you after a Marvel superhero.  It would audio like fan fiction but devoid of all the very good things.”

“You’re no pleasurable.”


“Fine.  If we’re getting as boring as feasible, contact me A-25-Q.”


“Fine.  Luke— ”




“You know what you are?  Unreasonable.  I have supplied you so a lot of valid options—”

“Four ridiculous selections.”

“Fine.  Han Solo.”


Eventually he settled on Ryan.   I can only speculate that it is the name of a lesser-acknowledged superhero—something akin to Ant Man—and he pulled one particular in excess of on me, but it beat his other strategies.

Yet another excellent factor about utilizing fake identities is that I can make all of us glimpse considerably additional complex, fashionable, and photogenic than we essentially are.  This is a specifically practical method through a pandemic, when my expectations of personal grooming took a little bit of a hit.

I have quite a few issues to say, some of which I want to share with the entire world.  But at heart I’m an introvert who hates controversy who’s also protective of her loved ones. So if you were wanting to know why I at times look on Instagram reels with just a headless torso or the back again of my head…that’s why!

No shade to bloggers who share images of their children, since I have to confess, I also enjoy to see what other people are up to, in particular when their little ones are a related age to mine, or when their households also include autistic persons.  It’s a sort of gentle voyeurism, I suppose.

We all just want to know if what we’re dealing with is usual or not (even if almost nothing and no one particular is standard, no matter what “normal” suggests), and what could be coming one or five or 10 yrs down the street.  I hope to share a few milestones on our journey that some others could see and relate to.

No one particular in this spouse and children is a superhero — sorry, Ryan!  We’re not Thor or Iron Man or Ponder Girl or Captain Marvel.  

We’re all just web anonymous human beings accomplishing our finest.  And that’s pretty cool, I think…right?

Go people go!

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