My parents live way the hell out in the country. Their internet is delivered via carrier pigeon. On a good day, there is a significant amount of lag time for a page to load, as if you had traveled in time back to 1995 AOL dialup. On a bad day, your computer is a fancy typewriter, sunshine.I just spent most of a week with my parents and every day was a bad internet day.I became a little nuts, as can be evinced by the following log of those bleak days: ...more
Time magazine reported recently on a study that found Internet addiction can cause people to suffer withdrawal symptoms similar to the reaction of those addicted to substances such as alcohol or drugs. Internet addiction is defined as a "heavy user" who allows their Internet usage to affect their social or work life.
"Inter-nuts!" screams the New York Post. "Web addiction a new psych illness." The way they put it, we're all in dire need of an intervention. But before you check yourself in for treatment of your newly-minted "Internet Use Disorder," consider the facts.
It seems to be a no-brainer – no parent really wants their kids in front of the TV all the time. But yet, kids these days are growing up very “plugged in”, from learning to type before they learn to write, from knowing how to use an iPad at the age of 2, from being able to memorize the entire Treehouse TV lineup by the time they’re 4 (Professor, I’m looking at you!). The fact of the matter is, electronics have a huge part in our kids’ lives nowadays – and it can be detrimental to their health and mental well-being....more
Right now, I should be cleaning our messy house or working in our unkempt yard. Right now, I should be sorting out a basket full of receipts and bills and things to be filed. Right now, I should be doing some kind of workout or going for a walk on this lovely summer evening.
Right now, I could be out enjoying dinner and a movie with my husband. Right now, I could be chatting over a coffee with a good friend. Right now, I could be reading a great book.
Right now, I am glued to the computer, completely addicted.
Once the girls are in bed for the night and the house is reasonably
picked up, the first thing I reach for is my laptop. I need to check
in, moderate comments, read blogs, return comments, read the celeb
gossip, and a multitude of other vital tasks. It is always
usually met with an eyeroll from J. “I just got home, do you really
need to be doing that right now?” Uh…yeah. My ‘work’ day just ended,
and I want to unwind. 3 hours later, he has left the room. Is he still