What was my vision?

Years ago when I was about 22 (not married) I was in a car with a friend when she asked me what I envisioned my life to be like in 10 years. To be honest I had never actually sat and tried to envision an evening in my house years from then. But it did make me stop and think after that conversation. Fast forward about 11 years. That often plays in my mind "is this what I envisioned?" Sometimes it's a resounding yes! and others, a big fat no. About 2 weeks ago I had a melt down after thinking about how little time I actually get to spend with my children on a school day. It's about 4-5 hours, at the most. Add in extra curricular activities and play dates and we're down to 2 or 3. Then I thought about what we do in that time. Get ready for school, eat breakfast, read scriptures, homework, piano, dinner, getting ready for bed. Then the "extra" time... t.v, computer, video games. I'm at fault here as well. I find myself getting on the computer or the phone during some of the most critical times of the day. I looked around that day and saw the boys playing a video game, Maddie watching t.v, Tae watching something on my lap top, and I was on my computer. It sank me a little. OK, a lot. Here is this precious time being swept away into crazy cyber space. So I had my melt down and cried to Jasper about the media plague I had witnessed. I told him "this isn't what I envisioned..." We went on about talking about other issues on the table that night. Later Jazz came back to me and said that line had struck a chord with him. So he thought we should change things. No we have 1 free hour when the kids get home from school where they can play a game, or watch t.v. Then all media goes off. Even for me and Jasper. We try not to talk on the phone from 5-bedtime as well. I can't tell you the difference it's made for me. The kids are totally on board and most days the t.v or video games don't get turned on at all.
When I lived in Denver I remember sitting at a park with my besties, Mary and Michele. Michele and I were both preggers and our kids had run off. We kept yelling at them to come back. They SO weren't into listening to us. But we still sat and yelled and got frustrated. Mary finally said "you know, sometimes parenting means getting off your butt". I thought that was hilarious. But it's SO true. I know so many times I know I want something to go a certain way, or my kids to do something this way or that way, but do I take the time to actually teach them? Or to DO something about what I want? So many times I just think it'll come and I don't get off my butt. So...I'm trying to get off my booo-tay and make better use of the precious family time we have together.
I'm only sharing this to make myself stick to it. I have faith in my ability to stay off my butt. I think.