I have a confession to make.
I’m not always the most observant person.
With some things, yes, but other things I’m shocking. Like noticing how much toilet paper is left on the roll.
Or where I put my sunnies.
Or whose talking to me on twitter.
In fact when it comes to twitter, I have a hard time even noticing the notifications,( though I blame my phone for that) and sometimes discover that I have been inadvertently rude to several people at once.
So, sorry about that.
I also don’t seem to notice their names much. I can never remember people’s twitter handles, and if I do, I’ve got no idea what their actual name is. I remember one or the other, but rarely both.
So it should have come as no surprise the day that I overlooked one important piece of information, that might possibly have saved an innocent man from my terrifying wrath.
It was a Tuesday, and the first one since the new members of #teamIBOT had joined. I was crazily reading posts in order to get them finished before our road trip, and came upon Kirsty’s. She and her husband were having a competition to see whether or not she could keep the table clutter free for a week, and if so, he would finally put together all the dining chairs. (I still don’t know who won that one….) Anyway, in the post there was a reference to Kirsty cleaning the house, and Mr Russel mowing the lawn or something. A point I wouldn’t have paid a huge amount of attention to, if the first comment hadn’t mentioned it.
The content of said comment was along the lines of how terrible the parents were in reinforcing gender stereotypes, and what kind of example was that?
It wasn’t nasty, but not nice either, and I just kind of rolled my eyes and left my own (or course lovely) comment.
Not long after, I went to retweet another IBOT link, and lo and behold, it was Kirsty’s. A I opened the tweet, the conversation appeared, and I discovered the same troll who had left the nasty comment had also come back for a double whammy on twitter, even going so far as to use the hash tag #badparents.
After firmly (in my mind at least) setting the knob-head (as I was indeed calling him) straight about Kirsty being a wonderful mother, I jumped on to Facebook to inform #teamIBOT that Kirsty had a troll and needed some extra love.
And then, because I was particularly cranky, I went outside to Boatman, and told him about the knobhead on twitter, accusing my friend of being a bad parent, whilst he had no idea what kind of challenges she has to deal with on a daily basis.
When I returned inside, Facebook was alight with the light of a thousand notifications from #teamIBOT. Outrage and disgust, and then, oh wait, revelation.
Turns out, thankfully, that those ladies are far more observant than me. Evidenced by the fact that Aroha said ‘he’s got the same last name as her?’
‘Well I suppose Russell is a fairly common surname,’ was my glib reply.
Even at that point nothing had clicked.
Then the comment:
‘Doesn’t her husband blog?”
“Yes I think I saw her mention that once” (Clearly not me)
“Yep, Nathan Russell, that’s him! It’s her husband.”
So I guess the knob-head actually does have an acute understanding of their special needs.
And I probably should stop calling him a knob head.
Realising my faux pas, I went on to twitter to apologise, and discovered that Mr Russel himself had already tried to clear up the mistake, and of course, I hadn’t seen the notification.
Thankfully he was just as lovely as his wife and forgave me happily (and Kylez who unfortunately was only following my unobservant reaction), which is good because I don’t think he realised just how close he came to experiencing the wrath of #teamIBOT.
And Kirsty was just thankful I had kept him in line whilst she was working.
Now in order to somewhat redeem myself, from what can only be described as a terrible social media faux pas, and because I do kinda love Kirsty for being awesome (as well as quickly forgiving), it seemed only fair that she be named the first Blogger of the Mo’ for 2013
And also link this linky with her Monday (and in fact all week round) ‘I must Confess.” Because Obviously, I’m not perfect, and it’s only fair I pass on the proof of those imperfections.
Big shout out to to Mr Russell, who managed to escape death by team IBOT by the hair of a whisker.
Have you ever made an embarrising mistake online?
Do you think Mr Russell should accept my apology for calling him a knob head?
Is there anything you need to confess over at My Home Truths?