As my husband said approvingly: ‘Well, that should save you a good couple of hours a day!’.
I took offense, but then I realised he was probably right. I’ve been getting sucked down that rabbit hole for minutes at a time, many times a day, ignoring my kids, reading and sharing stuff that feels really funny, important and serious but that doesn’t directly change my life for the better. I’ve had vague thoughts about ‘cutting down’ on Facebook for the last year or so, but then this happened, and it just seemed too creepy for me to want to stay.
Thing is, one of the main things I use (used!) Facebook for is as a pressure release valve – instead of losing my cool when one of my children puts toast in the toilet while the other sings off-key to the Beach Boys replacing every lyric with ‘MUM! MUM! MU-U-UM!’, I usually think ‘Ha. That’s going to be a funny status update later on,’ and get on with the cleanup. I seriously considered what the cost would be to my mental health if I didn’t continue to use Facebook for this purpose. Not enough to keep me there. Enough to finally get me to start this blog.
So, welcome! Look around – there’s not much to see at the moment. I plan to keep up a reasonably steady flow of
rants endearing anecdotes about my domestic foibles, so things should look more interesting soon. I’m new at this, so lower your expectations a little. Little more. Teeeeeny bit more. OK, good. Let’s do this thing.