This has been one long week. First, the phone incident. Yeah, you know about that one already.
As our luck has it, this was not a fix it, but a Hand-Over-95-Smackaroos-and-Be-On-Your-Way ticket. Highway robbery if you ask me. To top it off, our old, shoddily built banister lost a post. So now we're left with a gaping hole between the kitchen and family room. As I went to call the handyman, I swore I saw visions of dollar signs swirling above my head.
Then, on Wednesday, the unthinkable happened. The Word Which Must Not Be Spoken was uttered. It was awful. Traumatic. I think I'm scarred for life.
Why so glum?
My laptop died. There, I said it.
I wasn't in the room when it happened. I did however hear the screams. I made it down the stairs just in time to see two of my dear children, both looking so, so guilty. And then I saw it -- the dreaded blue screen. You know the one. The lovely That's All Folks shade that tells you all is definitely not well in computerland. .
Now that the shock is finally worn off, reality has hit. And boy does it bite.
My laptop. My life. It's all over now, plain and simple.
I never realized how dependent I have grown on the little sucker until I tried to do without it. Yeah, we have another computer in the house, but its not the same. No more writing posts from bed? Or declaring "Mommy's taking a time out" only to steal way and shop while watching Monk in the peacefulness of my room? How's a Mom supposed to get any peace around here?
Instead I'm left to share a computer, sitting in the middle of our family room, with three kids -- two of which don't know how close they came to biting the big one.
So if this post seems a little rushed, that's because it is. Right now, I have about two more minutes before the door opens and the circus begins. Ahh, there's nothing like a deadline looming to get those creative juices flowing.
Uh-oh, the knob is turning. Let the games begin. Until next time...