I love the way my Mac feels when I cradle it in my arms. And the way my LCD TV looks at me before I leave for work always warms my heart. But there is absolutely nothing like the way Facebook kisses me goodnight.

There is something about the way we live that completely contradicts what we claim to be important in our lives.

My girls are amazing. They came with a built in “It’s Family Time” alarm, because kids really do grow up so fast. I read in Mikayla’s instruction manual that when she screams she is actually saying, “I’m growing! Hurry, come in here and hold me. I’ll never be this small again!” It’s true, but usually all I ever hear is screaming and fussing and I just want my 10 month old to stop crying.

My two year old daughter won’t sit there and stare into my eyes like my little M does. Now she wants to go, go, go. Imagine when she is 16 and I am fighting for her attention. Right now I’m her hero, but I’d rather spend my time being princess Zelda’s hero (Nintendo reference).

What about you? What part of your family do you sacrifice in order to worship fake life and self indulgence?