This morning I woke up at 6. 30 to feed Paisley. I put her back down in her moses basket when we were done and she went back to sleep. I dozily picked up my phone came across this blog post, “Dear Mommy Blogger”. You may have read it already. It’s certainly making the rounds, thats for sure. It seems to have ruffled a few feathers.
I started out typing what I thought would be a small Facebook response to it but as I got going, I decided it warranted more than just a couple of sentences.
Don’t get me wrong, the original post was well written, and was actually – dare I say it – bang on point for the most part, but when you write a blog post aimed at ‘Mummy/Mommy bloggers’ saying in no uncertain terms that their blog sucks, you are bound to rile up a few people.
Dear ‘A former typical ‘mommy blogger’ whose blog sucked just as bad as mine’,
I’m pleased to say there are a lot of things in your post that I don’t do.
I originally started this blog as a ‘baby book’ of sorts. I’d started a beautiful scrapbook for Dexter with lovely photos of all of his first’s and special occasions but it only contained the good bits of life. I wanted somewhere to write about the tough parts too and also to not forget a moment. Plus I’m too tight to keep printing photographs that essentially sit in a book nobody looks at. My blog started as a diary so that someday I could look back on my children’s lives and remember everything, good and bad.
Selling your soul.
You spoke about ‘selling your soul’ to write about various products. I can hold my hand up and say I have never been paid to write a post, I do the occasional review in exchange for the product but even then, only for things I’m actually interested in, that I would find useful and that fit my blog. If it doesn’t fit in with my writing, I don’t review it, no matter what it is.
Nobody is reading your shit.
I am already aware that nobody is reading my shit. My stats are very low compared to most and yes I do have moments where I’d like to grow it all and have thousands of comments and readers, but for the most part, I don’t care. It’s my blog, for me. The readers are a bonus. Don’t get me wrong, I get very excited when I see that little email pop up to say that someone has taken the time to comment on my post, and I ALWAYS make sure to comment back as a way of saying thanks, but ultimately it’s not why I do it.
There’s no way in hell you are actually that happy.
I am happy. Believe it. Or don’t. That’s your prerogative. I have a husband that I love, that loves me, that works hard, is ambitious and is a
good great parent. I have 2 children that I adore, that were/are very much wanted, that I love waking up to every day and having adventures with. Yes sometimes parenting is hard and yes I do include the hard parts on my blog but I love my children because of and in spite of the and the challenges they bring.
In amongst the times when Paisley won’t stop crying and Dexter refuses to eat or doesn’t want to come in from the park, are the moments when he picks up a muslin to wipe his baby sister’s face because she had a little sick up that I perhaps didn’t notice. They are genuinely good and happy kids and they make me happy. Very fucking happy!
You’re wasting your money.
I haven’t paid out hundreds of pounds for a hotel and train tickets and tickets to a blogging conference, or a new outfit for said conference. I’ve never even been to a blogging conference. I’ve wanted to and I’ve thought about it but I’ve never spent any money on one.
I haven’t paid thousands for a web designer.
You won’t find any of my posts popping up as ‘sponsored’ Facebook.
I haven’t bought Twitter followers and I don’t pay for likes on Instagram either.
I haven’t rushed out to buy the latest DSLR camera and paid for a photography course. In fact, quite the opposite. I used to have a very good camera, with a few lenses, backdrops and all sorts of crazy expensive shit but I sold it all and I get by using my iPhone. And do you know what? I love it. I have enough stuff to cart around with me with a toddler and a baby in tow, without adding a camera to my list.
PR Friendly = I have no soul.
By blog and my bio’s do not say PR friendly. They never have. I’m friendly to most people, regardless of what job you do. If you have something I would like, I will think about working with you, if you don’t, I won’t. It doesn’t make me less friendly if I decide that I don’t want a review something at no benefit to me. If I decide to work with you on a review, it doesn’t mean I won’t include negative points. I might put them in a shit sandwich between some good points but I’m not in the habit of lying to the handful of readers that I have. And if I don’t like it, I won’t be loyal to the brand either. I’m not loyal to any brand. I’m not a ‘well off’ person, I buy things on offer or that are good value, not because I’m loyal. There are one or two things I will stick to above all others. (I don’t like Pepsi, it’s Coca Cola all the way and I don’t like cheap peas, they have to be Birdseye, but I’m happy with things like Tesco own brand ketchup over Heinz)
You are wasting your time.
Yes, there are hundreds of things I could be doing instead of writing blog posts that very few people read, I could learn to crochet. I could learn salsa or go train spotting! Hell, I could even buy a hot air balloon and take people for rides. But this is my hobby. This is what I like to do. It doesn’t take me away from spending time with my children, I do lots of fun things with them to make them smile and laugh, help them, to teach them etc, and who are you to say what is a good way to spend my time? It’s MY time!
So I don’t care if you think my blog sucks, it’s MY blog, and NO! I won’t quit!
A Mummy blogger that actually likes what she does, writes for herself and is very fucking happy.