Tuesday- "Fat Tuesday"- Frantically try to figure out who's birthday's I'm going to miss and message them to let them know I'll be thinking of them on their birthday. Stalk friends one last time. Update my facebook picture and status to let people know not to attempt to communicate with me via facebook- use email or cell phone (or, hey, maybe even face-to-face communcation!) instead! Yeah, it's only 40 days- I went the first 19 years of my life without facebook; I can handle 40 days.
Wednesday- Get up, go to work, after work kill some time at Target while I wait for my coworkers to get done so we can have prayer meeting, run into Kari and baby Cael at Target, vent about how expensive clothes are with Kari, watch Cael while Kari tries on a few outfits and give her my opinions (hey, no fair, reasonably priced stuff looks good on her!), rush back to school for prayer meeting with coworkers, rush home and change out of work clothes and grab Bible and book, go to restaurant to meet Maria, have lovely dinner and conversation, go with Maria to Bible study, enjoy an amazing lesson from Beth Moore (and Lynn and Leslie!) come home, crash. Facebook?! Psssshhhh...
Thursday- Come home from work after a rough day. Want to check facebook but resist...am tired, anyway. Get a call from NTC that they might have an adjunct faculty position for me- want to be excited, but, after all the job-disappointments I've had lately, I'm hesitant to get my hopes up until everything is set in stone. Fall asleep for a bit. Dad wakes me up and says we're going to Culver's for dinner. Brush hair and fix makeup quick, and go out with family. Come home, eat Culver's ice cream and watch TV with Dad for a bit. Take shower, get ready for bed, try to work on Beth Moore study but don't get very far because I'm tired. Go to sleep.
Friday- Stop to fill car with gas on way home from work, practically have a heart attack when I see what gas prices are. Worrying that if they keep going up, I'm not going to be able to afford to drive to work anymore- and there's no other way for me to get to work except by my own car. *sigh* Drive the rest of the way home feeling stressed out- come home and find door locked, even though dad and brother are home. Normally a mild annoyance, but that means I have to dig for the house-key while carrying my purse, workout bag (even though I didn't make it to the gym after work), heavy bag of winter clothes for recess duty, and full nalgene bottle. Finally get in and try to kindly ask my dad to leave the door unlocked when it's broad daylight and he's right there in the house, but I can tell he senses I'm stressed out and feels guilty, and then I feel guilty for making him feel guilty. I make myself a cup of tea and try to enjoy a little conversation with my dad, but my emotions are too close to the surface today- it's physiological factors that are causing this, but I find myself really, really wanting to go on facebook for some reason. Urgh. Did I give up a social networking site for Lent, or a narcotic?!
Go to my room and check email and every other thing I normally check online besides facebook. There's some jobs I want to apply to (seems like the hours would work even if I'm teaching at NTC part time) and I need to tweak my presentation for church on Sunday- that should keep me busy. I stop to eat dinner with my family, then come back to the computer and get to work. I'm not really concentrating- I keep wanting to go to pinterest, modeling websites, youtube...grrrrr, this is NOT why I gave up facebook! Feeling the urge to go on it is supposed to drive me to God, not alternative websites. And I don't see myself being any better of a steward of my time than I was before giving up facebook. I just realized it's after midnight and I still have barely done anything today, including reading my Bible. Maybe this is why Jesus fasted for forty days and not 48 hours...it takes a while just to get over whatever you're fasting from. At least I hope that's what's going on; otherwise this is going to be a really wasted Lent.
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