Last night when Jeffrey got home from work he rushed into the bedroom (after dinner, of course) and closed the door. He asked to not be disturbed. After a couple of hours of his disappearance I decided to find out what he was up to.
I opened the door and he looked up guiltily.
"Don't be mad" he said.
There I saw her. Lying next to him on the bed.
She was staring at me unabashed. Flaunting her supposed supremacy in my own home, on my
I went into the room and sat down beside them.
"Put the computer away, and come spend time with me. Remember me? Your wife who has little to no adult interaction during the day." I pleaded.
The computer has now taken up a permanent residence on my bed. I tease Jeffrey that it is his mistress and he is having an affair, because he spends so much time on it. He hurries home from work and heads straight to the computer. How can I compete? I know very little about the goings on in the world, and even less about his favorite topic, WWII.
But I can't complain too much, because without the computer I wouldn't have so many blogging friends.
So, it stands. The computers in my home are both friend and foe in the same instance. What am I to do?