It's not you...it's me.

Last night, one of our best friends was hanging out at our house. We kept chuckling about how anytime we wondered something (my wondering: how old Salma Hayek is because she is smokin') we could just use our phones or our laptop. No waiting. No pondering. No tip-of-the-tongue frustration.

The internet is awesome. Actually awe-some though. Awe-inspiring.

I can get answers (or at least an opinion to put me at ease) when I have one of my weekly health concerns. The amount in copays alone that it's saved me...wow.

I have been able to figure out this huge food allergy thing...and help others on their journey.

And the girls I have met through the blogosphere/Twitterverse? Well, even though when I talk about them (oh, yes, I love them enough to talk about them IRL), I get that look. The "Ohhh, I didn't realize you have friends that live in your computer. Never saw that comin.' " And although I have only heard a handful of their voices through my phone, I feel more connected to some of them then to friends who I see, in person, regularly. I've met people who "get" me. Girls who are my friends. Not my blogfriends or my Twitter friends. Just my friends.

It's an awesome thing.

But? Sometimes the internet sucks. you. in. Or maybe it's just me. So it sucks. me. in. And I wanna know what my friends are up to. And I need to play in one of my 3095033 games of Words with Friends. And yes, I want to spit these words out onto a blog post before I forget them. And that drama going on around Twitter? Well, of course I want to get the dirt!

And because I am a working momma, my evenings are precious and short and frenzied. I'm trying to fit in time to read The Foot Book to G for the 7th time that day. Trying to give L my undivided attention so that he can tell me the new exciting story. Trying to fit in workouts. A conversation with B. Making lunches. Checking backpacks.

And that whole balance thing that I said I wanted to work on? Well, evidently it's a good goal, because I have not reached it. I am so unsteady that I don't know if I'll ever be able to juggle Twitter-mommyhood-SLP-exercise-marriage like some of my girls. These days are deliciously crazy, and I want to remember them that way.

So I've decided to just step back and breathe a little. I'm not throwing my computer out the window ... when you gotta blog, you gotta blog. I'll check in on Twitter but not feel the need to go a while back in the timeline to see what I missed. I know I've never been good at responding to comments, but I can't respond to all of them for the time being anyway.

I'm thinking all this time on the yoga mat - and, yes, a nudge from God - are giving me a craving for presence and balance and zen everywhere.

Which reminds me, I have a yoga love post rolling around in my head. I need to get on that. I kid, I kid. Well, kinda. Anyway.

Hopefully with this life shift, I'll get the chance to sing a few more rounds of "the Hot Dog Song" with G, or play Wii with L, or just sit on my couch and breathe. Or think of 29059 reasons why I love the internet.

Namaste'.