- is losing my mind.
- is home from work today with Lainey who has croup.
- is surprisingly freaked out by the croup. I took care of kids in the hospital with croup, but it’s a little different when it’s your own child barking and gasping in the middle of the night.
- wonders if we’re going to miss out on “date night?”
- wishes I had a bottle of New Age wine to wash down these brownies.
- can actually feel my butt getting bigger from the brownies.
- is playing Lucky Ducks with Lainey and a stuffed cheetah.
- wonders if Lent is over yet?
Does anyone know what that is? Those words up there, with the bullets? Those are my status updates people. Well, I probably wouldn’t have done all of them, I might have gotten carried away, that might be the withdrawal talking.
Let me preface this by saying I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m just saying.
I gave up Facebook for Lent. I put a lot of thought into what I was going to “give up” since I’m usually not successful (see this post), so I really wanted to do good this year. And I am going to do good, heck, I’ve already made it two days.
I didn’t go into this thinking it would be easy. If it was easy, then it really wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice, would it? It’s just that… I didn’t think it would be this hard.
If you really think about it, Facebook is just a mindless time waster. Don’t hate, come on, you know it is. Taking care of a virtual farm? Looking at pictures of people you haven’t seen in 10+ years? Obsessing over whether you should accept a friend request from your high school boyfriend (maybe that one was just me)? Trying to beat your high score in brick breaking or bejeweled? A virtual Mafia?
All these things sound a little stupid (at least to me), now that I’ve written them down. So, why is everyone doing it then? Why am I sitting here having funeral for the Facebook application that I deleted from my iPod touch?
The answer is I. Don’t. Know.
This is what I do know. In the time that I haven’t been on FB, I have: gotten beat by a Cheetah in Lucky Ducks, made Thai Peanut Chicken for supper (which is delish, but let me know if you’re going to make it because there are a few changes which make the recipe much better!), watched The Imagination Movers (I kind of want to stab those guys), volunteered to make cookies for the Strong Kids Auction at the YMCA, put one of my children in timeout 3 times in 1 hour, and I have taken the trash out.
So, what would you do without Facebook?
P.S. When I took the trash out, instead of putting it in the dumpster, I put it where my husband parks his car in the garage. I wonder if this technique will work?