Jon and I are challenging ourselves to take a vacation from Facebook for a whole week so we can...do stuff. I find myself hovering around the computer before realizing that there's nothing to do there. I'm one day into my Facebook "fast" and all would be well, except for one downside: I used Facebook to glean mommy-pity, er, I mean support. Last night when Lucie woke 3 times screaming in pain from her glacier-slow molar carving into her inflamed gums, I tried not to think about the fact that I wouldn't be receiving all the Facebook pats on the back for a job well-martyred. Instead I did what all the moms did back in the pioneer days before Facebook: 1) I cried into my pillow
2) Gave my baby a frozen teething ring
3) Read my Bible and got filled up with words of Life
4) Called a friend for encouragement and support.
Oh if only.
Actually, I'm a little embarrassed to say that even though I know the order of things I should have done to pick myself up when I was down, this is what I did instead:
1) Cried into my pillow
2) Slept in (because my hubby let me)
3) Gave my baby a frozen teething ring
4) Put on a video
5) Tried 1000 different ways of comforting an exhausted and suffering toddler
6) Put the kids down for a nap
7) Blogged about my struggles and mis-steps as an attempt to gain sympathy
There you have it folks. Day One of my Facebook Vacation reveals to me that I look to internet pals for encouragement when the hard mommy days roll in. Well, enough of this. I've wasted enough of your time (and mine) so I'm going to close, and then sit in the quiet apartment with my Bible open in my lap and get some real refreshing. I invite you to do the same.