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This is freakin' hard
Sep. 3rd, 2013 01:30 pmI’ll say it again: This is freakin hard!
All I was trying to do was tell my kids that it is possible to live without a constant computer/games lifeline. So, we made an agreement, or really a challenge. No computer or console use beyond business, for 2 weeks. Fourteen days. Sounded like a cakewalk at the time! (But has anyone here ever won anything at a cakewalk? Come to think of it, I sure haven’t.) If the boys succeed, they will get extra spending money for something they want—I haven’t decided what I want for a reward.
The kids have agreed to no online gaming. For me, the challenge means email and work-related sites only. No surfing, no Facebook, no online shopping. No Whedonesque, no movie sites, no Winchester Family Business. No IM or discussion threads.
I’m 8 days in and 6 to go.
Labor Day weekend was actually pretty easy. I put the laptop on my table in the spare bedroom and closed the door. While we wound up having a lazy weekend, I still managed to fill the time. Puttered around the house, took pruning shears to a few wayward geraniums, did chores, read ghost stories. Walked with my husband and son for some ice cream. Barely thought about what I might be missing from the ever-rushing rapids of internet information.
At work, though, it’s a different matter. I’m a librarian, so a major part of my job involves looking things up on the computer for patrons. I manage a collection, so in a sense, I’m shopping online every day. And I help with blogs and advertising for the library, so I’m supposed to be on Facebook, for Pete’s sake, at least every now and then! Add in the many lunch hours I have spent in the past going online, and I’m starting to think I have an addiction.
6 more days to go.
Over coffee this morning, I was passing time with a rerun of “Supernatural” on TNT—“Metamorphosis.” At one point, Dean tells the guy who isn’t a monster quite yet that not giving in to his urges to kill will be like “being an alcoholic swimming in whiskey.” I thought, yeah, I know what he means.
Not that I’m ready to kill anyone. Yet.
So this is me, blowing off a little steam, at lunch, and posting but not surfing. Now it’s back to work. The computer screen beckons, but I need to stay straight! Wish me luck.
All I was trying to do was tell my kids that it is possible to live without a constant computer/games lifeline. So, we made an agreement, or really a challenge. No computer or console use beyond business, for 2 weeks. Fourteen days. Sounded like a cakewalk at the time! (But has anyone here ever won anything at a cakewalk? Come to think of it, I sure haven’t.) If the boys succeed, they will get extra spending money for something they want—I haven’t decided what I want for a reward.
The kids have agreed to no online gaming. For me, the challenge means email and work-related sites only. No surfing, no Facebook, no online shopping. No Whedonesque, no movie sites, no Winchester Family Business. No IM or discussion threads.
I’m 8 days in and 6 to go.
Labor Day weekend was actually pretty easy. I put the laptop on my table in the spare bedroom and closed the door. While we wound up having a lazy weekend, I still managed to fill the time. Puttered around the house, took pruning shears to a few wayward geraniums, did chores, read ghost stories. Walked with my husband and son for some ice cream. Barely thought about what I might be missing from the ever-rushing rapids of internet information.
At work, though, it’s a different matter. I’m a librarian, so a major part of my job involves looking things up on the computer for patrons. I manage a collection, so in a sense, I’m shopping online every day. And I help with blogs and advertising for the library, so I’m supposed to be on Facebook, for Pete’s sake, at least every now and then! Add in the many lunch hours I have spent in the past going online, and I’m starting to think I have an addiction.
6 more days to go.
Over coffee this morning, I was passing time with a rerun of “Supernatural” on TNT—“Metamorphosis.” At one point, Dean tells the guy who isn’t a monster quite yet that not giving in to his urges to kill will be like “being an alcoholic swimming in whiskey.” I thought, yeah, I know what he means.
Not that I’m ready to kill anyone. Yet.
So this is me, blowing off a little steam, at lunch, and posting but not surfing. Now it’s back to work. The computer screen beckons, but I need to stay straight! Wish me luck.
