EMPTY ‘NET’ SYNDROME
I’ve been without a computer for two weeks, three days, four hours, and five minutes, to be exact. Don’t get me wrong, I had not given up my computer for Lent; the truth of the matter is…my laptop had to be shipped to a professional technician (my son) to repair the corrupted operating system.
Honestly, the first couple of days I felt like an orphan without my Facebook friends and never ending e-mails. But, when I found myself slouched in my worn-out office chair staring at the empty space where my computer use to sit, I knew I needed to pull up my big girl panties and get-a-grip. Grabbing some scratch paper, I started listing all the neglected household projects that needed to be done.
By the end of the first week, I’d done 15 loads of laundry, which included every towel, curtain, and throw rug I could find. In addition, when I noticed that the bathtub drain handle was broken, I did not procrastinate, I repaired it instantly.
I want you to know that everyone of my longhaired dogs had their fur trimmed and toenails cut. And once my coconut-scented babies were brushed and blown dry, they looked like miniature walking snowballs. Even Lurch and Lila got a good rubdown although my arms were so sore I felt like I’d been grooming big old horses instead of a couple Great Danes.
Never even stopping for a day of rest, I went on to tackle the winter worn front porch, washed windows, trimmed palm trees, picked up dog toys, washed my minivan, checked the oil, topped off the gas tank and aired-up the tires. Then working my way around to the back yard, I re-screened the entire 30-foot porch, sprayed for roaches, killed a snake, and bleached the heck out of the rain stained wood floor.
This morning I heard a honk-honk at the front gate. My Prince Charming has arrived in a white truck. Yes! Yes! Yes! (FYI, it’s really the hunky Fed Ex guy delivering my computer.)
Okay I’ll admit ever since my computer broke, I’ve been sleeping like a log and happily getting up at the crack of dawn eager to tackle numerous household tasks because I love an organized house with the fresh scent of cleaning products hanging in the air. Moreover, I’m thrilled that my high-priced pups finally look like the designer dogs that they were bred to be.
So now, as I sit here booting up my computer I mull over the past two weeks, three days, four hours, and five minutes. Bottom line, the question I have to ask myself; Did all that aficionado cleaning and wacko energy, come from the double shots of espresso that I’d been slurping down, or God forbid, was I really suffering from…Empty ‘Net’ Syndrome?
