…otherwise known as The Internet. Whether you go on to check your emails, compare car insurance, do a spot of blogging or, the worst one of the lot, have a ‘quick’ browse on eBay it is NEVER a 5 minute stint. In fact, by the time I look up my tea has gone cold, my toddler’s had her next birthday and there’s a large cobweb formed between my left elbow and the top of the chair. Honestly, it is like logging on to a time warp. I keep expecting Dr Who (Tennant, of course) to creep up behind me and….Oops, sorry. That’s a different blog post altogether.
The other day I went on to post my Silent Sunday and #SnapHappyBritMums photo. It was early in the morning and Son had me up at the crack of dawn. He wanted to watch a film and lazy parenting ahoy, I agreed. Next minute he was tugging my arm asking for breakfast…the film had finished! I’d spent an hour and a half on the laptop without flinching and it only seemed like 10 minutes! Uploading is speedy, my typing is fast so (not wanting to sound like my least favourite CBeebies program) Where does the time go? It’s like the internet dementors are sucking your soul whilst you type….drawing you in further and further until they control us through our laptops. I really should write a Dr Who episode….
I have now recognised the fact that I am an internet junkie, or as I prefer to be called, a mousewife (see my earlier post for a full definition). And they say recognition is the first step to combat addiction. So I am making a pact with myself to limit my laptop time. A bit of self-regulation and not far off from what I tell my children. ’When you’ve tidied up and made your bed then you can play’. I might set myself a daily alarm that activates everyday at about 10am that says ‘Step away from the laptop’. And then another 5 minutes later that says ‘And put your iPhone down immediately’. Who knows. It might even work…
Doubt it, though.