A few weeks ago I did Facebook live for the first time. And it was awesome. I looooooved hanging out with you guys and I was like, “I wanna do that again!” So I did. And it was awesome. Because actually interacting with you guys in real time is amazing. So today I was like, “I've got some time before pickup. Let's go live again!” And this time I was all cool like, “I got this. I'm not nervous. I've done this before. BTDT biatches!”
And it was a disaster.
I couldn't see the comments. I panicked because the WHOLE POINT is seeing the comments and responding to them. Otherwise it's just me sitting there by myself not hearing or seeing anything talking into a bubble of nothing. So I shut off the feed to try and fix it. I frantically searched Google for an answer as to WHY this was happening to me. No answers were to be found. I pinged a friend who is good at Facebook. She didn't know what was up. So I tried again. And again. And finally I pulled out my laptop to read the comments off of there, but they would only pop up for a second and then disappear. And OMG what a sh*tshow. A sh*tshow witnessed by 300,000 people. Sigh.
But it's in these moments that I thank my lucky stars that I don't have this “perfect” persona. That I don't have a channel about being the “perfect” mother. That I've been real about being a mess all along. Because I am. I'm a mess. I'm trying my best in life, but the truth is I am FAR from perfect. And that's OK.
So you all saw the real me today. The messy, stressy, real me. All caught on Facebook live. And that's OK.