Confession: Sometimes I’m Too Much Like My Boys
I guess it’s time to ‘fess up: sometimes I’m too much like my boys.
When it’s dinner time and the wife and I have called them to the table three, maybe four times and they are still in front of the Wii. That’s frustrating. When it’s time for bed and my wife and I have yelled downstairs several times, “C’mon boys, it’s time to brush your teeth and go to bed”, and still no response. That’s down-right maddening. I’d like to put all the blame on the television, the computer and the video games. But…that would be unfair, wouldn’t it?
What is with those gadgets that suck us in and won’t let go? It’s almost like a magnetic force field — we simply can’t get away. The digital hardware and software have no mercy for us. It gets us in trouble so many times. I’m not a big tv-watcher and video games are not my favorite past time either; however, the computer and the interwebs is a whole other story. I’m drawn to the web like a moth to the flame. I can surf until the cows come home. Looking for new ways to improve my blog, a new method of creating a video, or just perusing the content of other blogs. It’s crazy. Sometimes I get to the point where I look at the screen and have NO IDEA how I got there. There’s no way in hell I could trace my steps.
My poor wife. She just doesn’t understand. Guys are complex. We are wired differently that she and her sisters and gal-pals. It’s not our fault. I tell her, “We’re guys. And guys are like that.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief.
I admit: I need to be a bit more in touch with my attention span shortcoming. And the next time I yell at my boys, it’ll be like yelling at myself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check my e-mail, my Twitter account and my RSS reader.
Photo: Computer screens by Dan Strange on Flickr.
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