Tate had some errands to run tonight. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited as I was tonight, knowing I would be able to play on the Internet without feeling guilty.
It’s only been a short time since I’ve drastically cut down on my Internet time. And I gotta tell you, it’s been a hard habit to break (you’re going to have that Chicago song in your head now, aren’t you?!). Every evening, Tate asks me if I need to do anything on the Internet and every night I lie and tell him “no.”
When we’re watching TV, all I can think about is the blogs I’d rather be reading, the emails I need to answer, the posts I wish I were writing. I can’t really focus on anything, I’m so preoccupied with the computer.
I’m seriously addicted. It’s like the forbidden fruit. I can’t have it, so I want it more.
I miss commenting and reading and writing. There aren’t enough hours in the day to balance my love of all things blogging and being a wife.
Clearly, I have issues.