To block or not to block

Got up this morning, made some coffee, switched on the comp and checked my email accounts. Read an email that rather unexpectedly woke me up. Considering that I fell asleep at midnight, woke up at 2, 4 and 6 to feed and soothe Dylan who had a nightmare (poor baby) and to jump into bed with Sash who I guess also had a nightmare, it had to be a doozy of an email. It was essentially a comment made about my most recent post about errands/publishing. The comment itself didnt bother me, as it had basis and was valid criticsm. It was the fact that someone out there actually takes what I write on this blog at face value which bothered me. Someone out there takes me seriously. Seriously. This would ordinarily make me puff up with pride and achievement as I can honestly say that I dont know a single person who takes me seriously. Seriously. I of course had to point out that I write this blog with tongue in cheek. I joke, I exaggerate, I take the piss, I make things up. Some of you may actually think I have a son with a Star Wars related middle name. Oh wait, that IS true. Then I started thinking of all those other readers that I may have offended or worse, who may have actually taken my posts at face value and oh, I dont know, raised their kids as per I have raised mine. Oh shit, that scared me more. I am thinking of limiting this blog to invited readers only as I would hate to think that what I write on a lark is taken seriously. Seriously. I am as yet undecided but the lawyer deep down inside me thinks that you should read this warning:

Under no circumstances should you take what I write at face value. Do not base your life decisions on what I write and for Gods sake, do not by any account raise your kids as I have mine.