Hi, my name is Kim. I am a blogoholic.

Okay. Trent has been up a lot in the middle of the night this week. I don’t know if it is the change in the schedule from school to summer or what. But last night he came to get me at 4 a.m. so I could… Fix. His. Covers. Hello? You need me for what? Of course the light bulb in the night light had burned out, which did not help matters. So by the time I fished out a new bulb I was wide awake. Not a happy place to be at 4 a.m.

Now this would not have been that big of a deal if I had gone to bed at my normal 10:30 or 11:00 time, EXCEPT that I had been up on the computer until almost one, so I had not been asleep that long. The reason that I was up so late you might ask? Um…..well….blogging. *wince*

Not just writing a post, mind you, because I haven’t done a lot of that lately. But reading. Reading a LOT of other blogs.

And here’s the scary part. When I was up at 4 a.m. and I immediately started to think how this would make a good post, I realized this: Maybe I have a problem.

Now let me preface the rest of this post with this: My husband loves me. I really believe he does. He is an amazing man. He cooks. He cleans. He is a super dad. But he really thinks I have LOST MY MIND. And this is okay, I guess, since I think I may have also.

But he commented last night, “Honey, I can’t believe how much time you have spent on the computer tonight. And last night.”

“Hmmm? It hasn’t been that long! Where are the kids? Wait, just let me finish reading this…….” THAT was my reaction.

I have a problem.

It all started this week with this. Which led me to this really neat blogging contest. Which is what the post before this one, called Magic, was all about. Which led me here, which led me here and then here. Yikes! Before I knew it I had found what seemed like some really cool people who think a lot like I do. I mean sometimes it seems like they could be writing MY words. And so I HAVE to comment on them. Or they don’t think like me at all and I have gained a new perspective from them. Either way, I think I love it.

I am actually SAD when I go to a site and there is no new post!

It is addictive, this blogging thing. I started it as an attempt at trying something new that looked like fun. But I guess people get hooked on drugs the same way. I have always heard about people who are hooked on the internet. I NEVER thought I would be one. So I guess the good news is I have admitted the problem…so I am on the road to recovery.

Maybe I should start setting a timer?

Maybe. Right after I check out this!