Adventures in Mothering, Wednesday Edition

I was sick yesterday.  Not the rolling on the couch, wanting to die kind of sick.  I was achy, sick to my stomach, tired.  But mostly, I was grouchy.  When the kids got home from school, it seemed there was little they could do right--everything bugged me.  In tears, Lily came into the family room and softly asked, "Mom, did you have a bad day?  Can I take care of the baby for you?"  And I was humbled and penitent.  And still grouchy and sick, but at least it had been brought to my attention how crabby I was acting.

This reflects a subject I've been thinking a lot about since the scenario described at Church yesterday.  One lady came up to me after the lesson was over and said, "It's good to see that things like this happen to you, because you seem so perfect." What?  Another lady told me that sharing experiences like that make me real and relate-able.  What?
Why is it that I can see all these flaws in my own character and yet only see the good in others?  As my mom says, I've never been very good at hiding how I truly feel (this can be good, but usually it's kinda bad).  Is this a flaw?  Is it something I should be working to fix--becoming more introverted and  . . . for lack of a better word, fake?
Brad and I were talking on Friday, and he said, "Sometimes I wish our life was really like it appears on your blog."  What?  I try to be honest and tell it like it is.  Mostly good, sometimes hard, sometimes bad.  But this started me thinking about other blogs that I read.  I know so few of you outside of the cyber world, and all I know of you is what you write about yourselves and your families and adventures.  I read about your goals, your achievements, your recipes, your opinions.  But who are you, really?  Are you really as perfect and wonderful as I see you?  Or are you different in reality? If you lived across the street from me would I see a different side of you that would make me cringe?  Or would we truly be best friends, like I feel when I read your stories and comments?
Moreover, would you like me?  Would you see how I really parent and really act and really talk and you'd be so bugged that you'd shutter your home, hoping to avoid any contact with me?

So these are my questions:
For those of you who know me in the flesh, do you think I portray my life accurately in my blog?  Do I come across like I am in reality, or am I hiding in some imaginary world?

For those of you who know me only through cyberspace, do you think I'm being honest with you?  Or does it seem like I sugar-coat and grandstand?

And don't be afraid of hurting my feelings.  As those of you who see me often know, I'm pretty tough.
Or is that just a facade?
This could be interesting . . . .