I’m taking some time off of Facebook.
My need to even post this shows how caught up and bound I feel, because in the long run, who really cares?
But you might care if you notice we are no longer friends or if your page that I once liked has gone down a like because I am not there to like it right now.
Please know that I still like you.
All I know is that I am in a difficult season and the constant feed of information and quasi-relational contact and alarmist news and links and requests have caused me to reach my social media tipping point.
I will continue to write here for those who care to read while bidding adieu to my #1 referrer. Facebook has been good to me that way. Numbers. You have been good to me, too, Readers.
It is for you faithful readers that I offer this vignette from my life.
I am in the car with my three not-so-little girls on the way home from the dollar movie. Boxtrolls.
Me ~ Later today I will be dropping you off at Grandma and Grandpa’s for about an hour. I have an appointment.
Roo ~ Like with a therapist?
Me ~ (shocked and surprised but playing it cool) Yes. You are exactly right. With a therapist.
Roo~ Yeah. So you’ll probably talk about stress and stuff?
Me~ (still caught off guard by how this conversation is playing out) You’ve got it! That’s what I will be doing.
So there you have it. When my kids grow up and people ask how their mom did it with eight kids, I don’t have to worry about them sugar-coating anything.
Lots of hard work. Many meltdowns. And therapy.
Feel free to use this contact form should you need to be in touch. Hugs!