The other day I was giving the usual schpeel (sp? who knows) to my daughter that I couldn’t do something for her that day, right then, because “mommy needs to work now and this is her paid work time”. Since she’s 17 and pretty good at math (at least the adding and subtracting parts) and knows that my “paid jobs” amount to around 5 hours a day, she wondered what about the other 10 hours that I have the laptop sitting in my lap… what… about… them…. could…. I….. do……. something……………… then?
“Well mommy is working then too” I honestly and unapologetic-ally said to her all the while feeling like I deserve to have my face on a poster for the BAD MOTHER’S CLUB.
“You are just skyping with people and on twitter and stuff”
“Don’t say stuff, use words with meaning.” *fistbump – score one for the motherlode*
“This is about you not me – now can we GO?”
IN THEORY..I should be working i.e. glued to the laptop 8 hours per day not including weekends. I have yet to figure that one out. Take the 5*paid* hours a day and add time for bathroom, coffee runs, and OMG BILL O’REILLY IS ON THE VIEW and I’m hearing “what’s for dinner” already. The 8 hours should but do not come close to taking care of the “paid by someone else” time and the “I’m doing this stuff to pad my resume” time and the “total time suck and I’ll never get those 3 hours back” time – or facebook and twitter as you might know them.
OK, if you came here via twitter or facebook I’m not talking directly about you, but sort of. The problem with social media is that it never closes down. It’s always social and it’s always *happenin’… I have become what I tell my kids YOU ARE NOT TO BECOME. A slave to the internet.
Someone has to do the laundry and dishes and clean up after the dog, but there is no one in the house who wants to do that stuff… (I know, words with MEANING). We get around to it eventually, usually before last coffee cup is used for the third time and we are digging into the plastic “silverware”. And honestly at this point I’m not even sure my kids know who I am or what I look like, except for the eyes and top of my head which is only a good view on days I might shower.
Is social media taking over your life and making you a stranger in your own home? When your kids grow up will this be the picture of mom in their heads? …the one with the screen covering everything but the eyes…?