Monday, 8 July 2013

Why CanÈt It Be EasyÉ

Nothing in life can be easy.  Not even writing this blog, you would think it would be easy but no it is not.  My job entails endless hours of typing, inputting, building spreadsheets mundane boring computerized work.  I would not say that I am a computer expert not even close but I do know my way around a keyboard yet tonight I sit here and I can not type in a question mark whyÉ yes that silly È keeps coming up. Hard to quote when the quotation  looks like È yes itès back.  You may have noticed that I have to type out complete words as itès an è for apostrophe also.

How did this happenÉ  Well I have children that is how.  It is not like they do not have their own computer because they do--with a better screen and a better keyboard than mine.  If they want to walk around and still be on line they may enjoy wireless internet with their I Pad and for convenience sake when an I Pad is just too clunky to lug around they have their I Pods.  Yes, Apple definitely has a hold on my family.

However none of these high tech expensive toys (most of which still sit shyly on our line of credit) get their hearts pumping like using their parents computer.  They are consistently on this computer not sure why--it is comparable to a beacon of light to a bug they fly right to it.  The whole reason for showering them with technology is to avoid the frustration of sharing it with them.  I use that sharing word sarcastically (I would have put quotes around it and saved myself the trouble of typing sarcastic but...we all know why thatès not possible) because children do not share with their parents -- they take.  Not only do they take but they fiddle with things, fundamental things, things you need to allow things to function....like a keyboard.

So most readers will think my children are spoiled and I should take things away, make them pay for fiddling with the keyboard that they now do not know how to fix.  Some readers will respect my leisurely parenting ways and applaud the open sharing (taking) in my home and although they may empathize with my situation they would readily point out that I should be proud of having such creative, open minded children.  Children that do not just use a keyboard without thought but can actually have it perform in a completely unique yet useless fashion. Last but not least there will be readers that wonder why I do not beat them with the keyboard...it would not fix the keyboard but it certainly would fix future fiddling of keyboards.....

So what did I do -- I called my husband and let him have it because he is my husband and there are some down sides to that.  Then I called my daughter, the usual suspect and she came flying home, tears streaming down her face, hair wild, eyes wide begging forgiveness and I the perpetual sucker and the reason why my children are constantly on my computer while I impatiently wait for my turn at my own computer...looked at her sad face and gave her a hug.....Uggggg

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