Losing my mind

Ha, on the Nani blog I re-posted pictures of Nadine in the snow. From the post just before it. Woops.

I have switched my medication, and I swear the new one has turned my brain into mush. I've never been so scatter-brained.

I've left my wallet (1) in a shopping cart at Target, and (2) at home. Both times, I didn't notice until I was ready to check out of the store, with a cart full of groceries (no worries, I always returned within an hour or two to purchase my cart).

The other night I came home late, my hands full. The next morning, I took the trash outside, and when I returned, I noticed I had left my keys in our door lock, on the OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE. All night. Thank goodness we have a view-blocking storm door, and an alarm on our door, and really long-suffering guardian angels.

I switched meds because we're (still) trying to get pregnant. But the pregnancy-friendly meds are not nearly as effective as the other meds (which were hell to detox from, but so wonderful when I was taking them), and they have the unfortunate side-effect of making me spacey. And hungry. And rage-y. We'll see how long I last before I just give up and go back to the effective meds.

It's pretty funny how much trouble I have focusing, except when I really think about it. Then it's not so funny any more. Sigh.

Nani updates and a Facebook farewell

I added a very few pictures on the Nani blog. She's cute, so it's worth the click.

Hopefully my blog presence will increase (a bit) now, because . . .

I'm quitting Facebook.

Phew.

I feel so free.

And apprehensive.

(Please don't think I'm passive aggressively writing this to make others feel bad.
I'm just explaining my feelings. Blogging, if you will.)

I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.

• It's a great way to keep in contact with people.
• It's like approved voyeurism.
• I get a high when people comment on my posts (lame!).

But at the same time,

• Facebook keeps you in contact with people
• it's approved voyeurism
• using it makes me feel euphoric. I'm quite addicted to it.

I'm not horrifically addicted. I generally only log in once a day, and luckily I don't have the app on any devices. But I log in EVERY DAY. When I could be interacting with my child. Or exercising. Or cleaning. Or napping. Or reading. Or actually personally contacting my friends.

Facebook facilitated me becoming "friends" with people with whom I had hoped to never interact again. I know I could've declined their friend requests, but I have guilt doing that (lame!), and I was also overcome with curiosity about whether high school mates had continued to wreck their lives.

Facebook was also good at keeping me in contact with select few individuals, but I've realized I can't stay on it just because it's my way of staying up to date with these people.

And most importantly, constantly seeing the random, whiny, menial thoughts of "friends" caused me to really, really dislike them. The following sums it up perfectly:

(In the interest of full disclosure, I have also severely limited my time on Pinterest. While trying to mitigate my depression, I realized the only thing Pinterest accomplishes for me [except recipes] is that I negatively compare myself to the other moms there. And that's lame and terribly destructive.)

Facebook is far too efficient at quenching my thirst for drama, so it has to go. It has to go because I waste a lot of time on it. It has to go because there are few relationships that can be fostered only on Facebook. And it has to go because sometimes I find myself thinking of my life in terms of status updates (lame!).

Plus, not having a Facebook account will justify sending out Christmas cards.