by EM RUSCIANO
“Here she is! Miss Party Animal 2012. Do you even remember what your children look like?”
Yes, that was the opening line from one of my husband’s relatives upon my arrival at a family function on Sunday. It didn’t stop there….
“You have a better gay life than I do.”
“Why don’t you ever wear pants when you go out?”
“I saw you dressed as Rihanna one weekend and then Britney last night.”
“Have you forgotten your husband and children? Here they are, how about I introduce you to them.”
Facebook has a lot to answer for. I see these people once a year. I usually get along with them very well. When two of them requested my friendship on Facebook I of course accepted. I had no idea they would be keeping very close tabs on my social activities and drawing incorrect conclusions about my parenting.
I had my first child when I was 21. From there I was on Australian Idol, moved two states, hosted breakfast radio, got married, bought a house, had another baby – cue post natal depression, quit said radio job, sold my house and moved back home to Melbourne.
Before all that, I had been training six days a week for athletics. So yes. It’s fair to say I have been letting my hair down and then some over the past few months. Also, my children are past the newborn/toddler stage and I no longer feel the need to be by their side 24/7.
I’m home with the girls every morning before school. I partake in fairy dancing, music class, circus, little athletics, making school lunches, blah blah blah. I only work each day between 12-4:30. I feed them vegetab… WHY AM I JUSTIFYING MYSELF RIGHT NOW?!! I could delete the last paragraph but I am going to leave it, in case one of the in-laws reads this.
After those Facebook ‘friends’ had finished with the verbal attacks I found myself floundering, trying to explain that I only post things on Facebook that are mildly interesting. I don’t bother with status updates like: “I am home with the kids today as I am most days. We have watched Barbie Fashion Fairytale six times in a row and now I’ll clean up the bathroom and think about dinner.”
It’s true, when my friends and I go out we get dressed up. Yes, we may take it a little further than most but how does my love of sequins and feathers equate to me neglecting my family? Just because I go harder than most, because I choose not to wear an ill-fitting lycra dress, unfortunate white shoes and inappropriate underwear, this somehow means I’m an absent mother and wife?