Day 3 of the All-New Internet Diet.
I get to use the internet from 7:30 to 8:15 this morning. Sounds easy, right?
But then this happens:
9:45 - I need new tires. Time to hop online and do research and get prices. NOPE.
10:30 - I'm using this huge, yellow book to find tire stores. Out of four tires stores, three of the guys who help me are named Brian, and they all assure me I need a different sort of tire for my car. That's okay. I'll just hope online and... NOPE.
11:00 - I'm meeting a friend for lunch and playgrounding. She's not answering her phone. I don't know whether to pack a picnic or go to a restaurant. I'll just see if she's on Facebook... NOPE.
11:30 - My mom wants to know if I saw the email from my aunt about some artwork she's offering to give me. Do I want it? They need to know now. NOPE.
11:35 - My favorite consignment sale is going on this weekend, but they've changed the hours. I don't know if they're open Saturday. And I can't find out, because NOPE.
4:40 - Returning from hours at the playground, I realize that the car bills are due today. I need to get online to pay them. But I'm not supposed to get online. But it's pretty serious stuff, being late on a bill. I call Dr. Krog, and he assures me this is quite reasonable, and also to check my Gmail inbox.
BUT I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT.
Do it anyway.
I pay the bills, feeling like a junkie standing near someone else to smell the crack on their clothes, if that's possible. I don't look at the 15 emails in my Yahoo. I check Gmail, where an agent has requested a partial on SCRITCH. But I'm not going to send it right now, because I'm not supposed to be on the internet.
You get the idea. I'm even dreaming that I'm on the internet when I'm not supposed to be. It's pretty funny, actually, waking up from a nightmare, thinking, "Oh, I'm such an addict. Why didn't I say no to Twitter?"
But the result of the experiment is that I don't feel guilty at night. I spend more time with my kids actually focused on them. And they behave better. And sleep better. And I say 'no' less. And I am actually cleaning the house and reading and writing instead of getting caught in endless loops.
In other words, the Polar Expedition is going well, and the penguins have accepted me as one of their own.