How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?


There are two ways that I know that it’s time for me to unplug. The first way is that my kids and boyfriend have asked me three, four or five hundred times for something like lunch or Starbucks or some really important question about bills. No, I haven’t seen your tablet or crayons. If your shoes or jar of pencils aren’t on the Pinterest, I haven’t seen them.

Then I realize that I have to pull myself away from all of the craziness on the Internet and focus on the craziness going on in my house. Trust me, there is plenty of hijinks going on here to keep me entertained for awhile.

The second way is that I feel like I have run out of ideas. I’ve spent hours staring at different social media sites. I have nothing else original to say about anything and my eyes hurt.

This month, I have been unplugged more than I like to be. It wasn’t so bad. It might have even been kind of nice. I feel like I really talked to people and had some good ideas. I went camping . . . outside . . . in a tent. Twice. I don’t think I’ve been camping at all in the last two years.

I knew that it was going to be a busy month so I scheduled a lot of posts ahead of time. Social media can wait until I’m not busy, right? As far as I know, Twitter and Pinterest will still be there when I need to plug in again.

If I can’t stand to look at Twitter for the millionth time, then I try to do laundry. I’d rather be reading but everyone likes having clean clothes, right? Right now, I’m being distracted by looking for a new DIY laundry detergent recipe on Pinterest. The Internet is so distracting. Toooo distracting.

By the time I finish being distracted, it’s probably time for someone – I always hope it’s not me – to make dinner anyway. Darn it. I should’ve looked for recipes while I was on Pinterest. Anyway, I’ll figure it out. I don’t want to get sucked into the vortex that is the Internet again. 


“Just a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.


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