Two years ago I gave up checking Facebook for Lent. It was a thoughtful decision that made the season more personally meaningful. Instead of giving some genuine consideration last year or this, I just did the same. I also did quite a bit of internet shopping.
I forgot about the correlation until I was sharing yet another purchase with Ben, and he asked me, “Didn’t you do this last year?”
Yes. Yes I did.
Instead of checking Facebook during Lent, I bought…
Nowruz gifts for Leila (Leila’s Nowruz Adventure & Leila’s Persian Alphabet Adventure…How could I not?)
Two dresses for Leila (Apparently I had $20 credit on Zulily)
A dozen napkins
A Popsicle mold
A 10-piece Greenpan set
Slate plant markers (because I’m gardening so much)
Two books about airports for Leila’s next airplane trip
An Awesome Book!
A pair of sandals for Leila
Three pairs of sandals for myself (…though I did return one)
Without Facebook, I felt more disconnected and found more time to click on email links and browse online retailers. I probably will not be fasting from Facebook next year.
I’ve had a hard time getting in a groove with our toddler’s shifting palette and appetite. As much as I want to make sure this girl is eating a variety of foods and aspire for creative meal planning, I find I work better with consistency. I also loathe throwing away food. Since we’re not much of cooked veggie fans around here, I’ve found it near impossible to remind myself to prepare a batch of steamed broccoli (or anything remotely like it) to round out her meals. Although her favorites are pretty decent (raw/dried fruit, nuts, hummus and an on-again-off-again relationship with eggs, yogurt and cheese), I figured she could use some green in her diet. Enter the green smoothie. Something I enjoy frequently, but now go out of my way to make every day.
And sometimes she goes out of her way to drink it, or at least get it on her face.
A fit of violent anger disproportionate to the offense(s), real or perceived, brought on by litter, truant teenagers playing offensive music and hoarding the swings MEANT FOR CHILDREN and/or excessive displays of affection between two adults oblivious to the fact that their foreplay is in the direct field of vision of mother trying to enjoy watching her daughter play at the park. Often generates misanthropic fantasies of morphing into a surly old man stereotype.
Am I the only one that gets this on drizzly Tuesday mornings?