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Since there is a face behind this site I suppose I should take a moment and let you know what’s up with me. The autobiography stuff isn’t my typical deal, so you’ll have to bear with me through this rough process.
Facebook Hiatus Pt 2
Not long ago I took a Facebook hiatus. It was during the tail end of the political outrage sweeping the nation and I’d really just had enough. I didn’t tell anyone or make any grand announcement because I honestly didn’t know if I’d be able to stick with it. Amazingly enough I made it through an entire week. Once I felt confident I put up a picture that said I was on vacation and just kept going. I used the time to play with my youngest, talk movies with my oldest, clean my office and work. I even managed to write articles for the next two weeks. Before I knew it, I’d hit the 3 week mark without even breaking a Facebook withdrawal sweat. And, it felt great.
So now I’m doing it again.
My work is starting to pile up and Facebook is just an excuse to procrastinate. I’m eager to see if I can beat my previous record and go a full month without Facebook starting today. Of course, considering my occupation, I can’t escape it completely. I’ll still be updating the RJC fan page as work requires. I’m also too lazy to disconnect my Instagram from my Facebook account so my photos will still pop up. It’s not really me. I’m not really there.
A favorite blogger of mine, Jessica Gottlieb, wrote about blogging vs social media and how writers can actually rob themselves and their readers because they choose to squish an entire thought process into a Facebook or Twitter status instead of opening a dialog on their blog. “Sadly the content is living everywhere but here and I need to remedy that.” I’m finding more and more truth in that as the days go by. I, too, need to remedy that. I find myself expounding on things via Facebook, yet I have a blank stare any time I try to write an article that isn’t about a product or giveaway. That stops today.
This time I already know I can do it. So consider this my grand announcement.
Preschool Cometh
I live for September. On the third day of that glorious month my (almost) 4 year old will begin preschool. Yes, I’m one of ‘those’ moms. I want the house to myself and the ability to go to the store alone and without a 10 minute fight to get out the door. I long for a full work day where I can write for more than five minutes at a time and take a conference call without apologizing about the “MOMMY WHO’S ON THE PHONE?!” shouts in the background. I love my boys, both of them. But, they need the interaction and I need the time. I’ve already told my husband that the very first day of school I’m doing absolutely nothing. I’ll crawl back into my pajamas and bury myself in Netflix and Chinese food all day. Day 2 I’ll get to work. I promise. But it’s not just about my time.
Me: “Hey, let’s go outside and play! It’s a beautiful day.”
Little Man: ” (groans) That’s boring.”
Me: “We could draw or play with the clay in the kitchen?”
Little Man: “(groans again) Nooooo…think of something else.”
Little man needs something new.
Knowing his proclivity for high activity, we chose a private preschool with a roster of activities and lesson themes that will give him something new to look forward to each day. He will be attending our local JCC (Jewish Community Center) where we’re members. Previously it was our place to workout, go swimming and attend classes. Now it will be his place to swim and play along with making friends, learning about his history and culture, playing music, creating art and more. I’m happy for him. His personality requires far more activity than one parent with limited resources can offer and preschool can give his mind something brand new every day. He’s already asking if it’s time for school yet and has met his teacher (who happens to be someone we already knew – bonus!). I’ve bought his school supplies, lunchbox and nap blanket… and I’m not sad in the least. I can’t wait to pick him up each day and hear about all of the new things he’s learned and been able to do.
Paleo Woes
The best way to ruin a structured diet is to travel. After two press trips which offered exotic dining and room service, my formerly well structured Paleo life died a quick death. Cake, bagels and more – I was weak and I gave in. Luckily I realize it’s my own fault and that is essential to getting back on the wagon. The diet isn’t hard. It’s not complex. I’m just horrible with personal restriction when faced with temptation and excuses to indulge.
I’m slowly working my way back into Paleo now. I do enjoy the food. I love to bake almond bread and find new ways to make pizza. I’d devour a lettuce wrapped chicken breast in a heartbeat. I just have to use this failure as a springboard to jump over the next hurdle.
I’m back to around 50% Paleo now; avoiding the obvious culprits like heavily processed food, pasta and white bread. The upside is that I don’t feel like I’m starting over (your first start is miserable) and it’s not so much cravings this time. It’s the memory of those lemon poppy almond muffins at Disney…
So, what have YOU been up to?
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