I had planned on answering some of the "Ask Me Anything" questions today.
It's just not happening after this morning's events.
Instead, I'm going to have a little vent session (aka pity party).
Sometimes I feel like we're all living in some sort of high school inspired popularity contest.
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, blogs, the list goes on and on.
How many followers do you have? How many likes do you have? How many repins do you have.
Blah, blah, blah.
I don't measure my worth by my "numbers" on those sites.
Some days, however, I just can't help but feel left out, inadequate, and well..sad.
I think it's only human to have an ever-growing lump in your throat about
the girls' nights you weren't invited to (but know everything about because the pictures are plastered all over Facebook),
the play dates you were left out of (but know everything about because the pictures are all over Instagram),
the competitions and collaborations you would love to be a part of but can't (because your blog doesn't have 5000 Google Friend Connect followers).
I wonder if we would all be a little happier without so much Social Media in our lives.
Would you rather not know what you're missing?
Call me jealous jenna, sensitive sally, or negative nelly. You're probably right.
I just had to get it off of my chest.
Thanks for listening.
p.s. Why do I drink Baby Mama Juice? Because I have some of the worst mommy guilt ever today. I selfishly enrolled Baby Girl in a week long drop off camp this week. The thought of a few hours alone every morning this week was too tempting to pass up. It seemed like a cute camp that she would enjoy. I left her in hysterics this morning. She didn't want me to leave. I called and she's doing fine, but I really can't enjoy my free 3 hours because I'm so worried about her. Am I crazy to feel horrible about leaving her? I just really want to go pick her up and get my money back for the week....