It's no secret that when computers are good, they're very, very good, but when they go bad, they're wicked. Regardless of whether you're pro or anti using a quick 'hello' (smack), my computer definitely deserved a whack on it's digital bot-bot this week for driving me mad. Log in; ok. Launch Internet; ok. Open an email; ok. Open email two; crash! Launch blogger; ok. Start to write something; crash! So, if you've been wondering what I've been up to recently while I've been off-line, and even if you haven't, here's the top three parenting screams of the moment;
The computer. Enough said. I don't want to show any fear, lest it boot me out again and wipe all my files for good measure.
The garden. The builders working on the repairs to our rear boundary wall (which partially collapsed when the neighbour's palm tree had a growth spurt), have been on holidays so the garden is a boggy mess of dirt and carpet-like strips of grass... and then there's the tile sealant that seems to have leaked into the fish pond...
Lastly; chocolate. The girls are obsessed with chocolate. I know it's that time of year and all, but really? More? Threats of gut-ache and tooth-rot don't seem to deter them from eternally pestering me for everything from the sublime to the extreme; rainbow-balls (Easter eggs) and reindeer poo (chocolate sultanas). If I try to convince them a hot cross bun (let alone an apple) would be a sweet alternative they scowl and 'chuck-a-wobbly.' The only thing worse than the guilt trip that goes with feeding kids chocolate is the cleaning that follows behind them; melted into the upholstery, wiped on walls, or sitting in a lovely diorama on the kitchen bench beside a tiny pony and a plastic rat, and considerately within reach of the hand sanitiser!
Deep breath. Life's good. More craft tomorrow... Computer willing.
