Hello, my name is Sarah, and I am addicted to Facebook. Seriously, if there is some conspiracy by a group intent on world-wide domination of the masses, then I am falling for their ploy. I check Facebook at least 6 times a day. It has become my primary form of communication with my sister and many of my friends, and it has lured me in with promise of social inclusion (Sorority Life) and family ties (Mafia Wars). I have learned to farm and am an expert treasure hunter. I know what a high school friend had for lunch and I know that my SIL should never go to Vegas without an electric shock collar. I am connected to friends I haven't spoken with in over a decade, which is pretty cool. However, I still sit up and realize that an hour or more has gone by when all I wanted to do post that nothing important was going on in my life.
And yet, for all the worthless things I do on Facebook, I am unable to break it's hold over me. I'll admit that my addiction reached a higher level when I broke my leg just before Christmas, but now I have no excuse. I have a book that needs to be finished so I can get an agent and then get published. I have to break my addiciton, and I might as well add that to my eating and spending addictions... attack them all at the same time.
I am planning on starting Weight Watchers this month. I know I've done it several times before, but now I am more apt to make my own food then ever before, plus I am gym bound starting Friday, assuming that my shoulder is up and running.
Today is supposed to be the first day of a marathon edit session... unfortunately, I haven't worked on th ebook at all. I know I work better under preassure, but this is insane. Louis was gone this past weekend and I kinda let the rules slack. Now, I'm paying the price. Actually, the kids have been pretty good about going to bed and everything, but still, the evening comes around and I am exhausted.
I feel like I'm in a tough spot. I know I want more kids, no matter what other people say, we are meant to be a larger family. However, I'm meant to be a writer... Unfortunately, having little ones around and trying to focus on getting creative does not seem to go hand. There has to be a way to be a well-balanced mom... ugh.
Louis has decided not to take the day job at Hancock. We talked about it and we can be out of debt sooner if he sticks to nights for just two more years. I know that's a long time, but it will be better for our family to have him home and not have worries about money clouding our time together. It's a good idea, even though it means two more years without him at night. However, we are going to downsize our budget so he can stay home at least one night more a month. It will happen. I will make it happen.
I will have to edit this post tomorrow. In addition to a couple of interruptions, my eyes are getting lower and lower. I really don't like these drug combo, but my shoulder doesn't hurt, so yea!!!!
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