My love-hate relationship with Pinterest

Pinterest.  It's either the coolest idea-spreader/resource known to man or the most intense grief-inducer known to woman.

I love it.  Recipes, home décor ideas, gift suggestions - all at the tip of my fingers. 

And I hate it.  Before Pinterest, I probably knew there was a better way to fold fitted sheets but I didn't know anyone cared.  I was just supremely proud that I had eventually washed them.  Impressive folding?  Not on your life.

And when I get a notice that someone is "following" me on Pinterest, I don't know if I should be happy or embarrassed.  If anyone is looking for a source of great inspiration,I can assure you that I will sadly disappoint.  I don't even know how to use it properly.  I think I fit appropriately in the "Don't" column of Glamour magazine when it comes to Pinterest-savvy.  And probably a few other categories as well....

All I can say is that I am eternally grateful that Pinterest didn't exist when my children were tiny.  Oh, the pressure of a beautifully decorated (and clean, mind you!) home, a delicious - and healthy - dinner on the table every night, and daily DIY crafts to enhance the development of each child at each stage.  Sigh.  Not to mention the themed birthday parties!  oh my!!!  I thought it was a success that each child had a birthday each year --- that meant I hadn't killed anybody.  Now I realize what all they missed out on.

Oh well.  I take comfort in the fact that my parenting (or lack thereof...) will make some counselors really rich one day.  My kids are all gonna need them when they grow up and figure out how I cheated their childhood.