"Crap, they found me!"

I find myself wondering what it is that attracts my family to me like moths to a flame. I'd like to think it's my wisdom or winning parenting charm, but I doubt it.

They flutter to me at every given chance no matter what I'm doing. Sometimes there is a reason, but most of the time I can't figure out why they are following me.

Any day or circumstance, anytime no matter why, they choose to include me. I'm reading my favorite blogs and my husband is standing in his underwear in the living room brainstorming a Christmas party with the giddiness of a school girl, my oldest is educating me on why "we" should keep his size 10 shoes for his little brother instead of him just going to go put them away and something about being a giving person? Whatever, I'm trying to read here! That's like 8 sizes away from his little brothers feet and he's breaking my concentration as I stare confused at my husband, rubbing his belly in his underwear, rambling on about a party.

Oh, look there's my youngest, who is having issues with a bowl movement and has come to share that and much more, as he bends over butt naked asking me to check to see if he wiped his butt well enough. If only you knew the blended conversation playing out right now and the extent of the male family members' obsessions with sparkling clean asses, if you only knew.

The cat and dog follow me all day long, as well. I'm always having to watch for a cat tail or dodge a run in with the dog. I'm like the family rock star! Everyone wants to talk to me and be with me every moment of the day. They rarely do anything without being 6 feet away from me at all times. I'm the one they always pick to tell all their long stories. My opinion must be really be important. Sometimes they will share really important things like a blow by blow account of what they did on a video game when I'm on the phone. Boy they must really value my take on things! Everything that I do is so damn great that they want to be there sharing the moment with me , even when I'm on the toilet. Jealous?

Shhhhh

I know I'm not alone, am I? There are other bloggers that don't talk of their blogging or give out their blog name, right? It's not that I have plans to blog trash anyone. Besides anyone who knows me understands I save that crap for your face. My husband, mom and sister know, but haven't asked how to find me. My sister did ask the question, "Your not writing about me are you?" This got me thinking about how many people would wonder or worry that they were the topic of a post.

After a bit more thought it came to me that I just might have some power that's going untapped.
How wasteful of me! Maybe people will give me my way in fear of being blogged about. I just might have to go over to Mommy Needs Coffee and ask her about her shirt. It reads
(I won't get mad or try to get even, but I will blog you) on the front. That got me thinking what if I had a large bumper sticker that mentioned how I'd blog you if you piss me off. Cut me off or ride my bumper and you end up here being outed as the jerk you are! I would have to list my blog address so you could go read how mad you made me or what's the point.

Let me get back to the question that I didn't ask. How many of you out there blog in secret and why? Has anyone ever been caught blogging something not so positive by any of their blog subjects? Tell me, tell me!

Personally I have no problem telling anyone how to get to my blog, if they ask. Maybe I should add a disclaimer somewhere???