When my four year old was a baby coming into toddler-ship, she was a handful. I was back at work and struggling. I vented on Facebook, frequently. This didn't go down too well with himself; it "hurt" his feelings that I felt so aggrieved with my own child. He wasn't there dealing with a screaming one year old and a hyper five year old having just come in from a full day at work and started cooking a family meal.
He has previously accused me of going behind his back when I haven’t agreed with his decision over something and gone and done my own thing. Not that he’s one to lay down the law over our lives but he is a great
Funnily enough, his Mum has joined Facebook and it’s quickly become a family joke that she will reply to every post we put and private message us (then phone to check we got the message). I need a space to occasionally vent and for me to write without fear of recrimination.
So with the wilfulness of a teenager; I have decided it’s just best not to tell him. I won’t post my blog on Facebook but you can find me on Twitter