I forgot to blog yesterday. I think that's a good sign, really. I thought it would be so difficult for me to stay away from Facebook, but it's really not bad. Except for the times that my fingers go on auto-pilot and pull up the Facebook page without even asking my brain if it's okay. (Yes, it happened again today!) That's just kind of embarrassing.
I did do some Craigslist browsing the other night, and scored a $25 bookcase for our living room. We finally got our garage cleaned out 2 weeks ago, so I know that my husband is thrilled to have another one of my projects taking up space out there! I think I am just going to paint it a slightly off-white and call it a day so that it does not sit out there for too long.
So, Saturday morning was spent herding the family into the van and driving into the middle of nowhere to pick up said treasure. I am pretty sure that we heard dueling banjos at one point. The middle of NOWHERE. We arrived at our destination, only to learn that there was no one there capable of helping us load this monstrous, solid wood piece into our van. My poor husband did it all by himself, pushing that thing through the mud on a dolly. I love that man. I like to think that he appreciates my thrifty means of furnishing our home, but it's more likely that he's just accepted my quirks as part of the marriage deal. (Kind of like how I look the other way when it comes to that old Jeep that he's been restoring for the past year and a half.)
After our morning adventure, DH hung out at home (doting on the aforementioned Jeep) while I took the kids to their friend's birthday party. One of the nice things about having young kids is that we are still in the stage where they are mostly just friends with the kids of my friends ... or did it happen the other way around? Anyway, I got to sit and chat with my own friends while the hooligans ran wild. They teased me a bit about my Facebook fast -- making up fake "news" that I missed by being away from the site. I do wonder if the whole idea of taking a break of a predetermined duration seems too ... self-righteous? I think it's one of those things where people might feel that I am being critical of them for their time spent on Facebook, when I'm really not trying to do that at all. It's not like I think I am going to save the world by stepping back from Facebook. I just recognize that I, personally, have a bit of an addiction to it. I just needed to quit, cold turkey, just so I know that I can do it. It doesn't mean that I think that social networking is bad. (Um, yeah, blogging?)It's my all-consuming worship of it that is the problem. If other people are able to check-in with their Facebook friends for 15 minutes and then return to more important things, then yay for them! I'm not there yet.
I emailed a friend on Friday. Big deal, right? Except that I hardly ever email friends anymore. Almost everyone I know checks her Facebook messages more frequently than her "real" email account. Logging into Gmail and composing a message felt like sending a telegram. Weird.
So, weekend wrap-up:
-one bookcase buying expedition
-one little kid friend birthday party
-one BIL family birthday party
-3 hours of reading, for fun
-3 hours of paid work
-one church service
-one lunch at MIL's
-one completely trashed house
Wait, what? I have all of this new-found free time, yet my house is still a mess. Hrmm. Whoops!
Oh! Oh! But I cooked dinner. Again, embarrassing, but it had been a while since I did more than slice some fruit and boil some macaroni. Yeah, embarrassing. I know. In comparison, this weekend's simple chicken pot pie was something of a culinary triumph!
I'm a work in progress, people.
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