Here’s what I would post today if I were still posting on facebook:
Suz Wedekind is wearing running pants today even though she has no intention of running. Or even walking fast. Can I get an A-MEN?
And then, hopefully, someone would comment that I’m actually not completely crazy, because that person does the same thing sometimes.
And then I would breathe a sigh of relief, because sometimes I do wonder if I’m the only person who ever thinks of putting on clothes and would rather crawl back in bed and die and then puts on running pants instead. Because they are stretchy, and kind of warm without being jeans, but mostly because they are stretchy.
And this, I think, is why I grew so attached to facebook in the first place, because the stay-at-home mom life is, in the end, kind of a solitary one. At least in terms of the day-to-day. It’s not as though I don’t see friends often, but I spend most of my hours inside my house with gremlins who throw things on the floor for fun and produce snot at truly alarming rates and GOD HELP YOU IF YOU GET THEM WET OR FEED THEM AFTER MIDNIGHT, and who really don’t provide the is-she-crazy-or-is-she-normal kind of barometer that other adults provide.
Now that I’ve been off of facebook for [what seems like] many many moons, I think it’s possible that I could jump off that train for good. I did waste a shocking amount of time on it, and time is something that is so scarce in this house these days. I need another six hours in a day just for sleeping!
But I will miss the AMENS and the baby pictures, the encouragement and the camaraderie. Have any of you gotten off of facebook for a while and gone back? Gotten off for good? I’ve got another two weeks to flesh this out before I mindlessly give in to the machine again. That also gives me only two more weeks to remember what in the world my password was.
Let me know what you think! About facebook or about what in the world my password might have been. As Mary Bullock would say, its a mystawee. We’ve got to inbestigate.