I am an addict. Let's just get that out of the way right up front. If you take away my IPhone or netbook or laptop (yes, I'm spoiled addict), I will cease to exist. Okay - not literally. I'll still be here, chasing the rugrats and folding the laundry and whipping up dinner out of nothing in a whirlwind of my kids' musical stylings and arsenic hour complaints (holy crap - that is one aptly named hour). But without my blog, and without facebook, I could go days without seeing or conversing with someone outside of the little family. You are going to have to take my word for it when I tell you that the aftermath of such wordly absences is not pretty. Anyhow. I use facebook and this blog to remind myself of that world outside of the four walls, I'm still around. (Figuratively, at any rate).
I wasn't quite aware of how badly dependant I was until the other day when I woke up to NO internet. I looked at L., quite literally panic stricken, and conveyed with one mighty meaningful look- 'no way are you leaving me here without the my dose of the outside world!'
But my kids hate the computer (or at least the time I spend on it). And I don't think my wifey is super keen on it either. And they're probably right to feel that way.
So this week, since I seem to be falling right the hell apart anyways, I've gone off of facebook. (Not my blog. You can take any anything but this, folks. This, I need. As evidenced by the fact that yesterday was my first facebook-less day, and in between kid wrangling, fieldtrip supervising, and attempting to have a small breakdown, I've already written enough blog material to last until Armageddon).
The goal is a week. You can feel free to place your bets on how long I make it. (Between you, me and the lamppost, I think it'll take a miracle to make it past Wednesday).
So - on with the withdrawal....
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