"My fantasy is a quiet room, where I can eat my lunch with no one touching me. And drink a Diet Sprite.”

Tina Fey couldn't have said it any better in her line from Date Night. Kyle often offers to watch the kids for a while (I know, I truly am a lucky woman) while I have "me time" and the first thing that comes to mind is walking four flights down to our basement, where I will be completely alone, and without noise. Some of you might have noticed I deactivated my Facebook. I need to figure out a better schedule with the boys, my husband, and my life, before I reactivate it. Like I posted in my previous blog, life is nothing short of chaotic lately and it's really starting to take a toll on me. It's a vicious circle, really. I hop on the computer frequently throughout the day to remind myself that I am surrounded by people who love and care for me, and that I'm not just a robot who picks up after everyone but then in return I always feel guilty for even the five minutes I may be ignoring the kids. And then there's all the repsonsibility that comes with the internet. If it weren't for me noone would even know what Dylan looks like, at almost a year old. Don't get me wrong, I love taking the pictures and uploading them but when I think of the effort I go through to keep friends and family imformed, and the lack of effort on the other end, I find myself flustered. We have lived here a year in a half (in September) and only a handfull of people know how to call us. On both of the boy's birthdays, and many other holidays we had to call most of out family and friends, so they could talk to them/us. ::sigh:: It's really easy...and it would take a LOT of the strss off of us..