I was browsing through Kludgy Mom’s idea bank tonight & came across one that says to write about what you think is the worst technological invention ever.
Ironically, I would say it’s the internet.
The internet is the place where pregnant women start Googling the signs of miscarriage and convince themselves that they’ve had one because they haven’t been experiencing any “normal” pregnancy symptoms and they call their mothers weeping uncontrollably because “there was this woman *sob* on the internet *sob* said that she was having the same problems *sob* that I’m having. I can’t do this, *sob* why I am having to deal with this, *sob* it’s not fair….” (Oh how I wish this wasn’t a true story & that it only happened one time this last pregnancy.)
The internet is the place where people spend more time on their Facebook accounts, blogs, Twitter, games, MSN, or whatever it may be than actually sitting in the family room and spending some time together. I haven’t been blogging for a year and you know what? I actually read some books. I actually sat in my living room without obsessing over how many tweets went out about my post that day, checking my emails 100 times to see how many comments I had, or without getting angry emails from random strangers because they didn’t like what I had to say about something. I didn’t have my son getting all frustrated because I had spent more time staring at my iPhone or WordPress dashboard than I did actually listening to what he had to say (starting to wonder why I started blogging again? )
One night Todd & I were at the movies waiting on our movie to start and we both looked up and realized that we had been sitting next to each other for 15 minutes, not talking because we were on our stupid iPhones playing games, checking Facebook & email, instead of relishing in the fact that we were going to have two whole hours to ourselves without someone yelling “MOMMY! DADDY!” (We now have a no phone rule on dates, except we keep them on us just in case the babysitter calls with an emergency. This is also a STRICT rule at our family suppers every evening as well.)
The internet is the place that can get you so upset, stirred up, emotionally drained from reading every.single internet trolls’ comments on any article that you read.
The internet is a place that I have really, really resented for the last year. That’s mostly my fault. I didn’t set big enough boundaries for myself on how much time I would spend blogging (this includes designing), I didn’t set enough boundaries for myself on how much I allowed people to be able to get a hold of me because I had a smart phone that literally carried the internet in my pocket with me 24/7.
I’m a little wiser this time around. If people aren’t going to read my blog because I’m not neglecting myself and my family because I’m not going to be constantly checking my email, Facebook, & Twitter, then so be it. I’m going to write anyways, because I love to tell a story.
This time, I’m going to be a mom who blogs, instead of a blogger who has kids.
Do you ever hate the internet or let it control your life? Or is it just me?