Day 3 of Social Media Fast started off really good. We all slept in till about 9:00 am, which was a nice change of pace. Big Daddy and the kids played cards, watched movies, and did their Sunday stuff. However, I stayed upstairs and hibernated.
Since I am on a social media fast, I wondered what all I could do besides watch tv all day and sleep. I got into high gear and I worked on some headers and brand changes. Also, I got on my blog and began SEO optimizing all my blog posts. There are almost 1100 posts that I have written since I started my blog.
To “optimize” my posts, means that my subject matter is able to be searched and pop up on someone’s google search. I had to add pictures, proper tags/categories, make it easily readable, etc. Exhaustingly enough, I spent so much time doing that yesterday. I got through about 10 pages (25 posts on each page). Honestly, it felt really good to accomplish so much work.
When my brain (and eyes) got tired, I finished up the bathroom organization. As much as I hate doing it (or the fact that I have procrastinated for so long), it looks so good! I am so proud of myself and Big Daddy was thrilled.
Next up was my desk area. It has been a catchall of all things paper related, oil related, and box related. It was out of control. That took more time sorting through all that mess then it did to do the whole bathroom. Makes me sick to think that I let things go, in that manner. Sadly, I just don’t think about it. My room is a place that all things go to die, hide, or collect. That really needs to stop.
All was well until it wasn’t. About 10:30 the crap hit the fan with one of my kids. Lots of light shone on lots of areas and lots of truth was revealed. You know it is bad when I excuse myself to the closet so I can lay in the floor, call my sister, and wail.
We dealt with that until about 1 a.m., into the next day. There is a lot of healing that needs to be done. All involved in the situation are just emotionally exhausted. I say in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice “I’ll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.” The sad thing is, is that I don’t want to deal with anything tomorrow…or ever. I just want to go hide, under my clean bed, in a fetal position and eat cheese.
Day 3, in the books. I’m starting to feel the freedom of not having my phone in my hand or near my person at all moments. I even went into a meeting without it. Quite refreshing.