My sister texted me yesterday morning around 8am, worried there was something wrong because I hadn’t blogged yet.
That’s the problem with blogging every single freaking day, people think you’ve fallen under a bus if you don’t.
The back-end of my site informed me earlier this week that the most popular time of the week for people to read HouseGoesHome is at 7am on a Monday morning … presumably to check what horrors befell me over the weekend.
And I’m usually pretty religious about posting the blog by 7am so I can get on with the business of the day – feeding dogs and children, getting ready for work, doing drop offs for band and school.
Yesterday I slept in – until 6.45am … my giddy aunt … that’s what happens when you trip the light fantastic until 11.15pm and come home to find the dog’s intestines have malfunctioned all over the Persian rug – and I had NUTHIN in mind for HouseGoesHome.
A blank screen never scares me and I’d rustled up a serviceable post about the eldest getting into high school just after 8am (hampered by another intestinal malfunction clean-up operation).
Fortunately I was home alone – no kids or work – otherwise I’d have been screwed.
But still, it’s not an ideal amount of pressure to be putting on myself 365 days of the year.
So, after propping the idea way back in March, I’m finally getting ready – deep breaths – for a digital detox.
Yep, I’m planning sneaking away for a few days without my iPad while the kids go to visit their grandparents in Albury. I’m thinking three whole days without blogging might be in order.
I’m pretty sure I can do it without blowing into a paper bag.
But I’m wondering if it has to be the Full Monty digital detox … after all, I’ll still have my iPhone with me and I quite love Facebook and Instagram … surely it won’t hurt to take the occasional stickybeak at those?
Or do you think I should go completely cold turkey?
Song of the day: Amy Winehouse “Rehab”