theBoy is an only child. Which means of course he doesn't have to battle siblings for attention. It also means we're his playmates first and foremost.
He's pretty good at demanding attention. And since he's still a raging Id monster—as all children are—then his demands for immediate attention can be irritating.
If I am writing at the computer I HATE being interrupted. Chances are I've gone into my own world and, as I write, I usually have a half dozen or so competing thoughts or ideas roiling away in my noggin. So any interruption drags me away from that world, or reverie, and I then have to deal with the interruption. My default mode of mood is now 'irritated'.
The most irritating interruptions are usually theBoy induced. A typical—and most-hated one—is his suddenly appearing by your side to grab onto your mouse-using arm. He then hangs off your arm to prevent you from using said mouse.
Today his Computerus Interruptus surpassed previous efforts. As I was writing he ran in with his large clear plastic bottle of tennis-ball sized multi-coloured plastic balls then upended the bottle and tried to shake the contents out on me. My reverie was torn away as balls rained down and I started hooting with annoyance; 'What the hell are you doing, Chooky?' theWife had to come in and intervene.
Of course I can hardly complain. I was the same way at his age, and I had two brothers to compete with.
As I was writing this post, here in the lounge-room on myBeloved (an Android tablet), theBoy starting grinding on his back along the top of the brown vinyl poof which was right in my eye-line. So I couldn't but help notice his grinning melon in shot as I tapped away.
theBoy!
He's pretty good at demanding attention. And since he's still a raging Id monster—as all children are—then his demands for immediate attention can be irritating.
If I am writing at the computer I HATE being interrupted. Chances are I've gone into my own world and, as I write, I usually have a half dozen or so competing thoughts or ideas roiling away in my noggin. So any interruption drags me away from that world, or reverie, and I then have to deal with the interruption. My default mode of mood is now 'irritated'.
The most irritating interruptions are usually theBoy induced. A typical—and most-hated one—is his suddenly appearing by your side to grab onto your mouse-using arm. He then hangs off your arm to prevent you from using said mouse.
Today his Computerus Interruptus surpassed previous efforts. As I was writing he ran in with his large clear plastic bottle of tennis-ball sized multi-coloured plastic balls then upended the bottle and tried to shake the contents out on me. My reverie was torn away as balls rained down and I started hooting with annoyance; 'What the hell are you doing, Chooky?' theWife had to come in and intervene.
Of course I can hardly complain. I was the same way at his age, and I had two brothers to compete with.
As I was writing this post, here in the lounge-room on myBeloved (an Android tablet), theBoy starting grinding on his back along the top of the brown vinyl poof which was right in my eye-line. So I couldn't but help notice his grinning melon in shot as I tapped away.
theBoy!
MyBoy swings on my mouse arm too. Or plonks a toy down on the keyboard. I'm yet to experience a rain of balls*...
ReplyDelete*Don't say it!
With an opening like that how can I not say it?!
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