Pinterest is ruining my life.

I'm addicted.

There will need to be a Pintervention.

SAVE ME.

You will probably have to rip all electronic devices out of my sticky, grabby hands but it may just save my life. And my family. Trust me.

I. Can't. Stop. Pinning. Crap. Help. Me.


Ok, so the real problem isn't just pinning.


The real problem is that I think I can actually DO what I've pinned.

I love going through all those boards and searching for the new idea that will consume my brain until I do something about it. I will hunt through my husbands garage looking for steel wool or grout for the project in mind. I will turn normal every day items into useless garbage.

And I hunt through all the images, recipes and ideas, plotting, pinning and planning how I can recreate what others have come up with. I can do this for hours. Forget laundry, forget dinner, forget the fact that I have kids that may need to have their diapers changed. When Pinterest is up, I'm not all there. Not that I'm always "all there" as it is...maybe I should just stay off of Pinterest.

I look at all those amazing ideas and think "Why the hell didn't I think of that?"

"What's my problem? Is my brain missing a piece?"

"Who does this?"

"They must have a lot of time on their hands."

"Ok...I can do this!"

That last thought...that's the one that gets in me into trouble every single time.

I had to call my husband today because I could not find steel wool in the garage. Here's how our conversation went:

Me: "Do we have any steel wool?"

Jalon: "Ummm...no. What are you doing?"

Me: "Can I use this big saw on the workbench? It's huge...I'm not sure I'll be able to turn it on. Do I cut stuff on the garage floor? Would that work? Or do you lean the piece of wood against something? I'm so confused."

Jalon: "WHAT are you DOING? If you chop a limb off, which you will, DO NOT call me. I am not going to save you. Do not bleed out on my garage floor."

Me: "You are a liar. You would too save me. But your right...I would cut something off. Ok, no saw. I can use the handsaw though, right?"

Jalon: "What are you DOING!"

Me: "Nothing now. You don't have any steel wool or a saw. I'm getting nothing done today."

Jalon: "You scare me. If you can tell me what you are doing, maybe I can help you?"

Me: "FINE. I'm trying a new idea I found on Pinterest where you combine coffee grounds with vinegar and put in a jar with steel wool and it will create a stain for plain wood. I wanted to re-do our coat rack thing because it's too boring."

Jalon: "Leave stuff alone. Don't touch anything. Why do you feel the need to mess with stuff? You may need a job. God forbid you do what you should be doing, like getting the kids rooms ready for the move this weekend."

Me: "So much for supportive husband role. I was doing that stuff. I'm bored of that. Plus, this is considered organizational...right?"

Jalon: "I'm locking the garage from now on."

My husband just doesn't get me. Or my need to re-create Pinterest stuff.

Seriously. It's that bad.

My husband is not on board with half the crap I come up with. Which is too bad really, because in my head, I'm a genius. Maybe I have some hidden, untapped, potential that just needs some nudging and a little less suppressing. You never know.

Just wait. One of these days I'm going to do it. Then he'll be sorry. Then he'll give me an all-access pass to the garage to do what I will.

One day I may actually shut this computer off and DO SOMETHING.