I've been wrestling with the decision to delete my twitter account. I plain just don't like twitter. I created it because my brother said I needed twitter in my life. (at least I think that's why) I stayed because a couple friends only did twitter, and I wanted to keep up with them. Thankfully, most of those people have also found that facebook is far superior to twitter. It's too much social networking! I could probably read an entire, actual book with the time I have spent reading every inane happenstance and status of everybody I know, have met, or ever run into... or blog stalk. (I'm not giving up on blogs- or facebook. Those I need to keep breathing throughout the day)
So the reasons to keep twitter were all fading into the background. But every time I hit "deactivate account," This sad bird would come up:
Today, I pushed through my gut wrenching guilt of disappointing silly cartoon animals and cancelled the account. I am now twitter free. (so Dad, you can probably undo that twitter app you have- we all know you're not going to tweet- ever)
Now- some whining? The girls woke up at 6:30 today. To put this in perspective, their normal morning wake up call usually occurs around 7:30 - 8:00. So 6:30... It's killing me. After having a colossally bad day yesterday with computer failure, running errands like a rabid antelope, a teething and frustrated baby, too much sass from The Squirt... oh dear, I just wanted bed time to magically appear and all my troubles would be over. Except now bed time has passed, and I just don't know if I can do another day. I. cannot. do. this.