I just spent eight straight days “disconnected”. No phone, no email, no twitter, no Internet. Yes, Greg had his Android phone with him, but I didn’t touch it…mostly because I haven’t a clue how to use it. We were away, without an easy Internet connection available (which is somewhat obvious because I would have a tough time going longer than one day without checking my email if I knew I could), and I didn’t really start thinking about this until the last night there. Then I tried to figure out the last time I was disconnected for that long. It took me a while, but I realized it was the cruise Greg and I took in October, 2004. Six years of checking my email pretty much every day.
What it meant was I didn’t once tell my kids “I’m just going to finish at the computer” when they asked for something. But before you start thinking how great a parent I am, there was plenty of “I’m just going to finish this chapter”. But that somehow feels better. At least I’m modeling something important when I’m reading a book in front of them. 🙂 And on that tangent, I read two books, one very long one and the second during our last 24 hours there. It was awesome.
We’ve been back home for just over 24 hours and I’ve had plenty of time to “catch up”. I can’t say I missed much. It’s got me to thinking that I may (and I say MAY here), try to disconnect a little more.