I’ve been stalling on my blogging lately, and wondering whether I should knock it on the head. Give it a rest, like. Put it to bed. You know, stop blogging.

Plagued with doubts, I’m wondering if its a good idea to blog about bunny at all. What’s he going to feel when he gets older, and sees his picture splashed about all over the net? The intimate details of his sleeping habits out on view for every Tom, Dick and Harry to have a butchers?

What if there are freaks and sickos out there looking at photos of my bunny and sending him bad vibes? Even worse, what if they’re getting off on how cute he is.  You know, like in a bad way.

And it’s not just about the bunny. I’ve also been questioning whether I should be blogging about the F.O.B. For one thing, he’s bound to stumble across this blog one of these days. I’ve nearly slipped up and told him about it once or twice in passing conversation. I don’t think some of the content would go down too well with him. He’s of a different generation. He wouldn’t understand. Plus he’s terribly, terribly English. He’d think it was awfully improper to be washing one’s dirty laundry in public.

It all comes back to the bunny again. He’s the most important one in all of this. He’s innocent and pure. Vulnerable and impressionable. I don’t want him growing up and seeing the horrible things that mummy said about daddy, or the horrible things that daddy said about mummy. I want to shield him from all that unnecessary negative stuff. I don’t want him to know how mama and papa fought about child support and birth certificates and paternity tests. It’s far too ugly and it needs to be swept under the rug and out the door.

So, what to do… I could go back and delete all the posts that seem “unsuitable” or  rewrite them. Or I could take the whole blog down, and start again from scratch, being more mindful and considerate with my words. One thing’s for sure, I need to put some deep thought into this, and figure out what to do next. For bunny.