Last night, my husband woke me up at 12:30 am. I was not pleased. I was tired, and I hadn't gotten much sleep for a few nights in a row, and I was cranky, and I had just fallen asleep, and I didn't react well to someone shaking my shoulder urgently and saying, "I'm so sorry!" He had, it appeared, committed a slight indiscretion: posted to a halacha blog with his real name without logging me out of blogger.
I got out of bed, none too graciously, staggered blearily into the back room, squinted at the computer, and changed the settings on my blog to "private." I said I'd think about it some more in the morning, and I went back to bed. (After forgiving him fully and freely for doing something that he would never have done if he had just gone to bed when I'd suggested it instead of insisting innocently that he had work to do and then hunkering down with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon to read some halacha blogs. I think I can get some serious go-to-bed-before-2-am-PLEASE mileage out of this, at least.)
I did think about it in the morning, and started picturing a world in which the parents of his students discovered my blog and my commentary about things like childbirth and nursing. Or a world in which my boss found my blog and found posts about mikva ladies and the TSA. Or one in which my kids' future in-laws found my blog and discovered that my husband has Strongbad t-shirts hidden in his dresser and sometimes we eat lasagne for Shabbos dinner and I wrote a dissertation on scientific atheism in the Soviet Union and... well. You know. Skeletons in the closet like that.
So, until I get over it, I'm going to make this blog private. If you want an invite, send me an email and promise me that you have no offspring enrolled in my husband's school that you are aware of, and that if you have any designs on my kids marrying your kids you are okay with the fact that I am currently wearing purple shoes. If you have me an an RSS feed, do nothing--I didn't change those settings. Which, if you are reading this, you already know.
Ah, well. So much for my aspirations to blogging greatness. I do it for the artistic satisfaction, don't I? And because my husband likes reading about what I did all day.
And now I can tell you all about the speeches I wrote for the deputy prime minister of Thailand. I'm sure you can't wait.