I was lawn chairing (and yes, lawn chairing is a verb when used in the sense that you sit for .07 seconds before leaping up to get someone a drink of water, rescue someone from the monkey bars, find someone the purple shovel, NO not THAT purple shovel!) it with a friend yesterday while we watched our offspring and various neighbor kids tear throught the obstacle course she had constructed for them. (Isn't that genius? An obstacle course. Keep them focused and moving.) And she told me about a website called True Mom Confessions where moms get to spill their deep dark mommy secrets.

 It reminds me of that book where someone had handed out note cards and asked people to write their secret and mail it to the author. Do you remember that book? I could only read so much of it as it was really too painful and depressing and voyeuristic. 

However, that didn't stop me from checking out this site. And for the most part it seemed like sitting amongst a bunch of moms. Except for the couple of people who wrote in to share their secret that they read that site because it made them feel so fortunate to  be themselves with their great lives and not be the moms who wrote in with complaints.

And that just seemed mean. If moms are posting on this site because they want to get something off their chest without being judged or whatever, do they need other moms telling them how superior their lives are comparatively? I think the case in this site is if you don't have anything complain-y to say, don't say anything at all.