A Stupid Mother's Prayer

Today my computer stopped working. My husband (i.e. Tech Support) is out of town. And I can't find the Windows disk to try to reinstall Vista. (Thank goodness my kids have my old, dilapidated laptop still so that at least I can still get online.)

Four days ago I mentioned to my husband that I really should back up all the files on my computer. It's the one place where we keep all our digital photos.

I didn't do it.

God, if you're reading this, please let me be able to get my pictures off. (The saved future blog posts are negotiable.)

Amen.

One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, A Crazy European Kid Site....Fish

I'm all for spending time with my kids. As long as it doesn't bore me to tears. Our time together can't require hours of putting tons of little pieces together for only a couple of minutes of play, or taking off and putting back on again tiny shoes and accessories on little tiny dolls. Putting on tons of my-own-children sized shoes and taking them off again all day is plenty for me, thanks. It can't require collecting, and then--just at the glorious moment that the game is ending--dumping out again, little buckets of cherries. And I really really prefer that it doesn't require watching any hispanic cartoon characters. I'm so over them. So recently I found a charming little website that both my kids and I love to explore. It's European. Most of it is made to work without language (although there are a few sections where letters, numbers, or speaking are involved and you can choose your language). We could spend all day on it and never hit the same activities twice. And most of them are really educational as well as being charming and fun. Check it out. It's called www.poissonrouge.com (which is French for "really cute European website that is SO much cooler than any of your stupid American sites." And they're right).

Surgery

My right arm got cut off 3 days ago. It was painful. Difficult to function. Nothing worked the same and every minute of my day took great effort to get through. It was harder dealing with my kids without my arm. I was close to tears a lot, in fact. MAJOR withdrawal insued. Oh wait. That wasn't my arm. It was my internet! Well, it felt the same as my arm.

Luckily, I performed a router-ectomy night and my husband completed the surgery with a fancy new router implant this morning. Now I am up and running at usual speeds. I don't have to sit on the wood floor with my back against the bookcase, directly underneath the modem with a short ethernet cord attached directly to my computer anymore.

If it seems I've been missing lately--not reading your blogs, blogging (oh, how you've missed it, I know), not responding to emails, etc., just know that it isn't because I don't love you. Or blogging. Or spending every possible moment online. I just needed a new arm.

Thanks, Doctor.