11. Man of the house's way (screens during lockdown)
It's the weekend again. And week-end in our household as you now know means no-screen, or rather let me be modest here, less screen.
Week's not been so good: stuck in, still on school calendar and that meant lots of school work which in turn meant lots of screen time which in turn meant lots of screams.
Good thing is this week-end being a bank holiday week-end my husband was more available to join me on my less screen implementation programme.
So I got all enthusiastic and started to throw new ideas around. I was going to implement WiFi tax.
Baby of family asked: 'What does 'implement' mean?' The big ones just shook their heads, shrugged their shoulders and raised their eyes to the ceiling. I was just in complete shock! She did not the meaning of the verb 'implement'! What do they teach them in schools? I mean ... teachers! What do they teach our children? I was just about to launch into one of my 'the importance of ...' lecture and had completely forgotten about the screen issue when husband stopped me.
'You know ... WiFi tax, that's not such a good idea: they might just want to pay the tax! You might be surprised at how much pocket money they'd be ready to throw that way. And who's giving them pocket money? ... No good! Watch this space. We will do it my way and now implement the time slot programme!'
😕 Suddenly all I could hear Tammy Wynette singing ' Stand by your man' followed by Carla Bruni for good measure.
So, as he does (and soon I will tell you about the bring-your-kids-and-they-eat-for-free episode), he places himself at the bottom of the stairs and yells (in his deep sexy voice 😉):
'Hey! You lot! Come downstairs for lunch! Bring your computers, iPads and phones with you! Now! Quick! Lunch is ready!'
I am sitting smiling all pleased with myself and my wonderful husband. And my wonderful children who are going to come downstairs one by one and place their items one by one in the basket which I prepared earlier.
One by one, they come down and one by one they go back up. And soon my basket is full. I even throw in my telephone. It is red and it just looks like the cherry on the cake.
Week's not been so good: stuck in, still on school calendar and that meant lots of school work which in turn meant lots of screen time which in turn meant lots of screams.
Good thing is this week-end being a bank holiday week-end my husband was more available to join me on my less screen implementation programme.
So I got all enthusiastic and started to throw new ideas around. I was going to implement WiFi tax.
Baby of family asked: 'What does 'implement' mean?' The big ones just shook their heads, shrugged their shoulders and raised their eyes to the ceiling. I was just in complete shock! She did not the meaning of the verb 'implement'! What do they teach them in schools? I mean ... teachers! What do they teach our children? I was just about to launch into one of my 'the importance of ...' lecture and had completely forgotten about the screen issue when husband stopped me.
'You know ... WiFi tax, that's not such a good idea: they might just want to pay the tax! You might be surprised at how much pocket money they'd be ready to throw that way. And who's giving them pocket money? ... No good! Watch this space. We will do it my way and now implement the time slot programme!'
😕 Suddenly all I could hear Tammy Wynette singing ' Stand by your man' followed by Carla Bruni for good measure.
So, as he does (and soon I will tell you about the bring-your-kids-and-they-eat-for-free episode), he places himself at the bottom of the stairs and yells (in his deep sexy voice 😉):
'Hey! You lot! Come downstairs for lunch! Bring your computers, iPads and phones with you! Now! Quick! Lunch is ready!'
I am sitting smiling all pleased with myself and my wonderful husband. And my wonderful children who are going to come downstairs one by one and place their items one by one in the basket which I prepared earlier.
One by one, they come down and one by one they go back up. And soon my basket is full. I even throw in my telephone. It is red and it just looks like the cherry on the cake.
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