When we were growing up, we always seemed to be plagued by old cars that inevitably needed fixing and went to the shop.
When I was about 15, I said that I was going to marry a mechanic because that was one job that I knew would save me some money. Either that or I said I’d move to a country or city where owning your own car wasn’t so much a necesity. I did that one, but I came back.
But I’ve decided computer guy is the new mechanic.
Yesterday afternoon Azita kept jumping around while I was trying to put her and the baby to nap, and disturbed a close-to-sleeping Ada more than once. I told her that she needed to finish her nap and I was going to walk the baby around in the wrap (sometimes I “vaccuum” her to sleep in the wrap when she can’t settle down in bed).
About 15 minutes later, Azita came in the kitchen and said she was done napping. It was almost 5 and her cousin was coming over so I was okay with that.
About an hour later I opened up my laptop to google something having to do with dinner– it had been in the bedroom.
My mouth dropped open and it was one of those moments that I really did not know what to do, parenting wise.
Azita, because she was mad at me for making her nap alone, had pulled about 20 keys off the keyboard.
We stayed calm,we did not yell. Yelling is not discipline. We talked about money and material things and so on, but that’s another story.
After the kids were asleep, dinner cleaned up, the cousin at home, I went in and Payman had already fixed my computer.
“I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get online tonight!”
“I knew you’d want to. Now go blog about something,” he said.
He’s knows I’m addicted to the internet.
That’s my guy.