Wasting time

WARNING: This is a big gripe session so you might want to skip it. I've been on quite a roll today about girl's clothes not being as practical as boys (they just aren't as interchangeable...and they each require shoes and bows and such!) and more...this is just my latest rant. So you may want to just skip this!

I think I'm an expert at this - wasting time - and the Internet is simply fuel on my fire. I think blogs are great, don't get me wrong. I can easily share what is happening in our world without flooding in boxes with stories and pictures. I don't have to re size pictures or worry about annoying people with things I love about my kids. But many days I wind up wasting time reading about other people I've never met. Yes, it can be encouraging to hear I'm not the only mom dealing with this or that, but I find myself getting sucked in unable to find my way out. And then I find myself feeling like I know this person or that when I've never spoken to them. Anyone can post whatever on a blog. Just because it appears a person is strong and a creative parent doesn't mean she never battles boredom or feeling lost. While our kids look adorable in the pictures, you don't experience the tantrums or screaming. And it's just another way for us women to compare ourselves. (I'm rambling, aren't I?) Anyway, I guess I just needed to confess my wastefulness today. Instead of resting, paying bills, cleaning house, organizing, exercising, spending time with God or a myriad of other things, I've spent the last hour plus reading about people I know and some I don't. Now my kids will be up shortly, I am still tired and there is still much to do; yet my kids will need my attention when they greet the afternoon. So much for living up to my gifts today! Fortunately there is tomorrow...