Dear Blogger,

Before I get into this diatribe I want you to know that I understand hardware problems, downtime, software glitches and all that stuff... But c'’mon. This is ridiculous.

For the past two days I've tried to read posts written by my wonderful blogging friends and leave witty, insightful comments that will leave them begging for more, but I can'’t because you've had several thousand problems with your site, hindering my ability to write even the smallest "Hello! I'm still here!" And thats if I can load their sites in my browser. What the fuck? Can'’t you people get it together?

I've tried giving you the benefit of the doubt. I've read your "“Scheduled Outage"” notices, shook my head, swore a little, and moved on to other things. However, none of the scheduled times fall into the times that I'’ve had problems. It seems like when I've attempted to write a new post in the past two days, my Dashboard won'’t open. Reload. Nothing. Reload again. Again, nothing. I've had to resort to writing posts in WordPerfect to copy and paste at a later date. It sucks. It really, really sucks and I'’m tired of it.

I don'’t mean to take my frustrations out on you but you don'’t seem to understand what this means to a woman like me on a day like today. When you'’re having a day like I'm having, not being able to get your frustrations out is a horrible perdicament to be in. Its not your fault that its been raining here for what seems to be weeks on end and I can'’t take a walk or go to the park and the simple act of going to the grocery store is a monumental task involving coats and umbrellas, wet grocery carts and soggy hair.

Its not your fault that I'm feeling overwhelmed and underappreciated. That I haven'’t been sleeping well and I'’ve been short-tempered with everyone in my house.

Its not your fault that I'’ve been snippy with my dogs. Okay, maybe my dog deserved to be yelled at for snatching something out of my daughter's hand. Again. But its not your fault that I blew up at my other dog for being pushy for attention. The poor animals haven't had a decent walk in... I forget the last time they had a walk, decent or otherwise.

Its not your fault that I haven't worked in a month and that I have no life outside my of home and family.

Its not your fault that I haven't gotten around to making that appointment with my gynecologist or found a chiropractor that could help me with my chronic back pain because it would require getting a babysitter.

Its not your fault that I don'’t know how to hire a babysitter who would be willing to deal with a 13 month old who is going through a phase of severe separation anxiety. Its not your fault that even if I could find such a remarkable person, I wouldn'’t be able to afford their fee since I haven'’t worked in a month.

Its not your fault that I snapped at my daughter for swimming in the dog'’s water dish and then again for throwing her sippy cup at me for the fifth time today.

Its not your fault that she won't drink from that damn sippy cup even though she knows how to and I seem to be the only one who cares.

Its not your fault that I walk around the house, day after day, cleaning and tidying and wonder why I bother because the next day there will be just as much cleaning and tidying to do and nobody, besides me, cares.

Its not your fault that I'’m letting my child rip up a magazine because I need a moments peace and the other options were letting her jam a pen in her eye or hitting the dog in the head with her sippy cup, again, and I just don'’t have the energy to care.

Its not your fault that I'’ve been on the verge of tears all day and finally gave in to them after something set me off.

Its not your fault that I'’ll have to put my child into therapy by age 2 because her Mama had a slight breakdown in front of her.

Its not your fault that the breakdown made me feel worse, instead of better, and I now have a stuffy nose, red eyes and the beginnings of a horrible tension headache.

Its not your fault that I didn'’t mean for this post to turn out this way. It started as an angry letter to you, the staff of Blogger, and its turned into an online rant and you're probably a bunch of guys who have never had to go through the kind of shit that a stay at home mom has to and you obviously have your own problems so you probably don'’t care.

But please, I'’m begging you, get your hardware problems fixed. Or you'’ll be getting my therapist'’s bill in the mail.

If I can find a babysitter for my kid, that is.