(From instructables.com. I love this picture. The ultimate weird Snuggie-like thing.)
We're a few days into March now, people. In case you haven't noticed. Here in Charlottesville, that has meant freakish good weather and, in my house, teething and fevers. Monkey has four teeth coming in up top. Chicken just got struck with some fever virus that makes her want to sleep all the time. (Ask me if I'm complaining about that. Nope.)
I've really gone back and forth about my March goal. Two front-runners:
1. Get in bed by 10:00 and get up by 6:00.
2. Curb spending, limiting all financial transactions to Sunday.
Here's my thoughts about these:
1. With a consistent bedtime and wake-up time, I prioritize getting rest. Getting up at 6 gives me an hour or more head-start on my kids, allowing me time to shred, eat my breakfast, shower, etc etc-- all before they're up and making me crazy.
2. The money idea was totally not mine. Lisa was the first person to pitch it to me, and I heard through the grapevine that she and hers might be embarking on this goal during Lent. I love it. I love the idea of thinking outside of the box for how to entertain ourselves and, also, noticing how much thoughtless spending I do on a regular basis.
However, neither of those goals really grabbed me enough to commit for the month. Maybe another month, but not March.
So that brings me to my goal for March:
To limit my internet usage to an hour a day.
Yes, I realize I am announcing this via a blog. That you are reading via the internet. Allow the irony to wash over you. Really embrace it and roll around in it. It's quite potent.
I get sucked into the vortex of the interweb waaaay too much and for waaay too long. I open the old laptop to do a quick email response and 45 minutes later my eyes are glassy and I am shushing my children so I can just refresh Facebook one more time.
Don't get me started on how much I know about random hipster Mormon moms. Please. Their blogs alternately make me want to have seven more babies (which I would homeschool) or just give up because I will never be able to furnish my house in wall to wall Anthropologie.
I would like to contain this a bit. One hour doesn't seem like much. I think it will go quickly. I will probably miss out on...status updates. And if that Mormon mom in D.C. added any new pictures of her baby and bulldog that are soooo cute.
But I'm interested to see what else I do with my time when I'm not refreshing fb and reading blogs and whatever else I do on this here laptop.
Because I make the rules I also hereby decree that watching shows on the interweb does not count. We don't have a t.v., so watching 30 Rock happens on hulu the day after. (Or Parks and Recreation, or the Bachelor). For vague mysterious reasons that you will never understand, watching shows online does not count in my 60 minutes per day.