Me? Well yeah, I know. I seem to be living, eating and breathing via the computer these recent blogging days but my kids? Why do they need so much computer time?
Sure, Littlest Pet Shop (aka LPS), My Noggin, Playhouse Disney, Nick Jr. and now this newest obsession, the magical Pixie Hollow (a place I'd like to be cruising around right about now) all seem rather fabulous and quite necessary to a modern-day kid, but for this modern-day mom, all I seem to be getting is a lot of headaches from my girls' desperately needed "screen time."
As I've said before, the topic of computers and kids is worthy of a friggin' global summit but for now, I'll just share one of many computer meltdowns we've experienced in this household.
Yesterday evening I told CR (the toothless 6-year-old) she could not create another deranged computer fairy on the glorious escape that is Pixie Hollow until she finished her homework.
(Home.Work. Yikes. Another topic completely...for future posts.)
CR seemed to be all cool with that plan but while I was outside pushing El Destructo in the swing (my current favorite place for El Destructo), one of CR's friends (and homework buddy) came out asking me how to spell our password. (She was obviously instructed to do this by sneaky CR). As IF I wouldn't know what was going down inside...
So as I'm known to be one cool cucumber when one of my kids blatantly disobeys me, I immediately fly inside and scare the livin' crap out of CR with the deranged computer fairy her mother has become. I didn't need to yell hardly at all. She knew what was up. Homework friend session. Over. In her room. Yes. Chance at playdate resuming? Perhaps. Only after time out in room was accomplished, apology presented, and homework completed.
After I close CR in her room, I go back outside to check on El Destructo hanging at a standstill in his swing and try to make sure CR's friend is not too traumatized from what went down. When I return to CR to see if I can get that apology, I am instead met with this:
Sitting on the edge of her bed with tears dripping down her cheeks, she looks up at me with stinging eyes and through clenched mouth delivers a line worthy of being in a movie - "I feel like I'm living in a cage."
And that's when a good MWOB does the only thing left to do, I closed the door and laughed my a## off.
Got any worthy dramatic kid lines to share?