Last night, I had a heck of a time getting one of my kids to bed. When I finally did around 10, I headed to my computer to tackle some deadlines. I was feeling upset about the sleep situation, so I asked my Twitter community the following question:
“Okay, who has the magic button for getting toddlers to go to sleep? I need it desperately.“
In short order, I had roughly 100 responses (@replies and DM’s – direct messages) – from moms, dads, parenting experts, sleep experts, healers, astrologists and generally caring and humorous people.
Anyone who plugged in and happened to be following me got a pretty big dose of my tweets – because I was madly engaged in this incredible conversation with my tweeps. This community of people that I simultaneously really know and really don’t know at all. Some people dug deep asking me questions for clarification, hence, furthering the conversation and @replies.
During this ‘event’ – one person stopped following me and one made an underhanded comment insinuating that it was too much. Which made me ponder the whole scenario.
- If I engaged in conversations – that involved a tremendous amount of tweets in a short time span – like last night on a regular basis, it would be annoying. I would expect people to stop following me. I’d stop following me.
- I’m bowled over by the love and support that came flowing to me last night. Really, you guys are true gems – so helpful, so on my team. Who knew?
- This is the purpose of Twitter. It’s not just about business, it’s about relationships and being real people. And, like it or not, in my real life yesterday at 10 pm EST I was on night 575 (give or take a few) with a 3 year old who refuses to sleep without me glued to her little self. I needed a little love from my community. Parenting is hard, if you haven’t heard, and heartily done as a group exercise.
- When I asked the question, I expected a few ‘oh, that sucks!’ and ‘mine too!’ and ‘give her whiskey’ (all of which I did get, by the way) – but I never imagined that I’d get all that I ended up getting.
- Seeing that the support and suggestions came flooding in, should I have tweeted, “Shut up, you’re making me look like a Twitter hog!” Never in a million years would I do that or want to do that. Ugh.
- For people who don’t like it, you can come and go as you please. I do not use Qwitter. I believe in freedom and privacy. Follow your own bliss…and leave me to mine.
- My bliss last night came in the form of a stellar Twitter community.
Pssst! Due to many resquests, I put some of the best (according to me) suggestions down below in the comments.