Now that Micky Blue Eyes is working from home it is quite interesting. Having failed to become Cashed Up Bogans thus far, we currently only have one computer. This has become the most coveted item in our home as everyone including Master 3 clamours to get online.
It is of the utmost importance that he should be able to watch Spectacular Spiderman on Youtube. Since Youtube doesn't work worth a damn on our dodgy computer, this can be quite tedious. When his demands are rebuffed he immediately becomes irate. His little face contorts into a scowling grimace as he glares at us and defiantly declares "I HAAATE YOU!!"
As I am attempting to type this, he climbs on my lap and starts pleading "Five more minutes and I go on here Muum?" Then starts grabbing at the mouse. I send him on his way, sulking.
Similarly, Master 8 becomes incredibly distraught when his waddling around on Club Penguin is interrupted or denied. It is very dramatic.
Very, very, dramatic.
Very, very, very dramatic.
Very, very, very, very dramatic indeed.
That, or we have just been reading too many Mr. Men books lately. (Master 8's favourites)
Micky Blue Eyes spends hours upon hours online doing Accountant type stuff involving spreadsheets and all that stuff that sends me to snooze land...zzzzzzzzzzz.
But I also need time to type these blogs because all my millions (ie. one - thanks Mum) of fans are so demanding and they have just been bombarding me and begging me to resume. Oh okay, only one person enquired when I would be posting a new one. So I forced myself on here for longer than five minutes, much to everyone's disgust.
It is rather galling to realise that the average 5 year old probably has their own laptop while I am begging for whatever computer crumbs I can procure. But then again we have always been a tad behind the times.
I have a pathetic Nokia phone which doesn't even have a camera. While all other parents pull out their whizz bang phones for a photo opportunity at every occasion, I stand there feeling like an antiquated fool. We also possess an archaic Corolla for a car. Not to mention the charming old fibro we live in.
We really need to get with the times and become one of those modern families. The ones where every family member has an iphone, laptop, xbox, ipad, etc, etc (I'm sure there are gadgets I've never even heard of) and they never talk to each other but instead text each other from the individual rooms of their gigantic McMansion.
We actually sit at the table for dinner. And suffer a lot of indigestion, as everyone tries to be the first to finish so they can get on the computer. Which reminds me, I really need to make dinner, but if I move from the computer it will be promptly taken.
It is not unusual to sit here desperately busting for the loo but too afraid to move for fear you will never get back online. So hopefully, it won't be too long before another bogan installment. But if you don't hear from me for a while you now know why.