2012 To-Do List (Part Two)

So, as you remember from yesterday's post, I am CHANGING MY LIFE one baby step at a time. 

UPDATE: I have had so many sweet, kind, supportive, thoughtful comments and emails, and they are greatly appreciated.  It's funny how your celiac/gluten-free friends come on out of the woodwork to cheer you on.  Thank you!!

So, here we go with today's 2012 Life Change Goal #2:

Spend no more than 30 minutes daily on Facebook.

It's OK. Go ahead and laugh.  Sadly, yes, I am totally addicted to Facebook and am expecting the amazing Jeff VanVonderen or Candy Finnigan to come knocking on my door any day now. Only, that's not really the way they work.  What happens is that Alan would take me to the hotel room for my "final interview" and then there they would be,  waiting for me with 5-10 of my closest friends and family for my (dunh, dunh, dunh)...intervention.  And since my typical daily look is entitled "Wake-up Hair Woman in Yoga Pants and T-Shirt with Pit Holes," I'm taking pains now so that that look does not end up on national television.

Between poop and greasy hair, you are getting such a new vision of me. I expect the number of followers over there on the right to triple any minute now.

Anyway, I have decided to take my intervention in my own hands.  Never seen that before on the show, have you?

You know, in working for myself, I have a very flexible, changing daily schedule.  And I am on my laptop A LOT writing reports and and responding to email and checking eligibility and various other LEGITIMATE computer-related activities.  So, it has not seemed, you know, like a big deal, to pop on over momentarily to Facebook and see what's happening. Except, that what I have found is that I am popping on over like every five minutes. 

And guess what?  Not much changes on Facebook every five minutes.

But what does happen is that five minutes spent on Facebook here and there sure does add up to a whole lot of time in a day.  And a week.  And a month.  And a year.

Oh my.  THAT explains my messy house!  And here I've been blaming the children all this time! And it's probably not the best, maritally speaking, when you know the top ten ways your Facebook friends deal with pottying training their two-year-olds but not one detail of your husband's day.

Especially since your potty training days are long gone [which, sidenote: HALLELUJAH!]

So, recognizing my addictive state, I have placed the power in the hubber's hands and given him the role of Guardian of the Facebook Password.  I have no idea what it is, and I hand my laptop to him and turn away while he puts it in and promptly log out no longer than 30 minutes later (this it totally my idea, btw...he never suggested I do this). And I am allowing myself only one log-in daily (to start with).  I wish I had the self-control to keep myself off of it, but sadly, no.  Ahh, the power he yields!

Verdict: It actually has been a little bit hard not to have constant access.  I suppose I am in the "withdrawal" stage.  On the other hand, I've found that when I am not constantly perusing the intimate details of my friends' lives, I'm not quite so interested.  And oh my heavenly days, I am certainly getting a lot more done around the house. I'm not quite ready for you to eat off my floors, but we're getting there.