I don't even know what day it is...

Yeah, we recently sent our German foreign exchange student home.  Where the heck did last year go?  It seems like he just got here last month.  God, I miss him!  Please be with him! 

So after the whirlwind year (funny that is seems to have gone so fast and yet my graduation, which was in December, seems like eons ago!) and getting a taste of a teacher's life through substituting, I am learning that you can truly lose yourself in the summer.  I have been sleeping till 8:30ish but laying around the house till noon.  I find myself asking what day it is quite often.  Time...well, who cares.  I should be studying for my tests at the end of July.  I should be cleaning out the garage.  I should be...but I'm not.  And I am fat and happy not to do any of it.  Days do not drag by though.  They are whirlwinds within the whirlwind.  I blink and it is time to fix supper (the only real marker I have to my days right now). 

I want to write but no, it's too late for that.  I'm getting into the pool.  Enough of that, I want to watch a movie.  Suppertime.  I'll do the dishes tomorrow (and never do).  I'll play one game on the computer.  After 20, I'm going to bed. That's my typical day.  I barely even think about NEEDING to do anything.  I am to busy being a lazy bum!  I love it.  Of course, if I get that job that I need so desperately, I will be spending the rest of my summer making lesson plans. 

Yeah, like the studying I am doing for the tests at the end of July!

FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out)

Facebook.  I love it!  I hate it.  I get so caught up in it!  I am bored with it.  I am the type of person who is afraid I am going to miss something.  It isn't one of those fears that you KNOW you have until you see a pattern in your life that points it out to you.  When I was a kid, I would just about pee in my pants before leaving the neighborhood game of hide and seek, to go to the bathroom.  I remember one time having to stand in one place with my legs crossed REAL tight cause if I moved or relaxed, I was going to get wet!  All the while my friends are standing there almost chanting for me to hold it.  I remember one girl begging me not to go and that if I crossed my legs and held it, the urge would pass.  For a person with that kind of FMS (Fear of Missing Something) or FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), Facebook is a time stealer.  Oh yes, those are actual acronyms I did not make them up.

Saturday, I was supposed to be working on scrapbook pages for our Foreign Exchange Student.  Either that or I was supposed to be helping my husband build a small deck on our pool.  Did I do either?  No.  I pretended to be scrapbooking to get out of helping with the deck, but I was REALLY on Facebook almost the entire day.  Granted part of the reason was that I was up so late the night before that I was in too much of a fog to actually put a real thought to anything and there is nothing more mindless than Facebook, but about 2 PM I realized that I had just f***ed a day away.  "Oh well," I thought.  "Might as well finish it off!"  Aaaand I went right back to it.

Now did I spend the entire 18 hours of awake time on Facebook?  No, I did sweep the sides of the pool and the patio, cleaned off the outside tables and chairs, and cooked 2 meals.  I also DID do at least one page of the scrapbook.  I will say that my butt was sore from the much wasted time in the book of faces.

Why the hell...?  I have too much to do to let that happen again.  Seriously thinking about deleting.  Except that it is the only means of contact I have with most of my family and friends during this busy time of life.  Hmmm, is there a connection?  No really, if I got on the phone with someone, I would have a hard time getting off.  I just can't let go, I might miss something!