Pandora's Xbox
A few years back, Greg bought me a video game for Mother's Day - an odd choice for a woman that didn't know how to turn the Xbox on, but in his defense, it was a Buffy game and we all know how gaga I am for all things Buffyverse. Still, I don't have the time/interest to invest in gaming because I know it is the black hole of time suckage and I am versed in wasting time on other media outlets, namely books, movies and inhaling HBO series when they come out on DVD. I don't need help piddling away the hours that could be spent raising the youngins or keeping the house from going into total disarray.
I made the grave error of pulling the game out a couple of weeks ago, when Greg was off to some work event - to the surprise and delight of my dumbstruck kids. I am the killjoy of gaming, unlike Daddy, the King of fun. (See how that works.) And I have to admit, it was fun, once I figured out what I was doing because deep down, I would love to be the chosen one, but I digress. My point here is that I unleashed the beginning of the end; my night of Xbox has sparked a tireless pursuit of nonstop gaming. No longer am I the oddball in the family, the weird one who sets limits. In their eyes, I am down with the tossing off of all responsibilities in favor of reaching the next level or gaining additional health 'points'.
I need my street cred back.
Zack in particular is showing the Y chromosome for electric gadgets. Every morning, after he announces how many days to his birthday and some math problem, he asks what he needs to do before he plays X-Men. I like the way he is devouring his breakfast and getting dressed without any additional prompts or threats. I am not so sure I like his obsession with the joystick or whatever they are called now. I try to remember once upon a time, I was in love with our Atari 800. It was the best thing ever back then. I was older than Zack (no technology existed when I was a wee one), but I do recall scrambling to get ready so I play a little Popeye before Junior High.
I guess nerd runs on both sides of the family after all.
I made the grave error of pulling the game out a couple of weeks ago, when Greg was off to some work event - to the surprise and delight of my dumbstruck kids. I am the killjoy of gaming, unlike Daddy, the King of fun. (See how that works.) And I have to admit, it was fun, once I figured out what I was doing because deep down, I would love to be the chosen one, but I digress. My point here is that I unleashed the beginning of the end; my night of Xbox has sparked a tireless pursuit of nonstop gaming. No longer am I the oddball in the family, the weird one who sets limits. In their eyes, I am down with the tossing off of all responsibilities in favor of reaching the next level or gaining additional health 'points'.
I need my street cred back.
Zack in particular is showing the Y chromosome for electric gadgets. Every morning, after he announces how many days to his birthday and some math problem, he asks what he needs to do before he plays X-Men. I like the way he is devouring his breakfast and getting dressed without any additional prompts or threats. I am not so sure I like his obsession with the joystick or whatever they are called now. I try to remember once upon a time, I was in love with our Atari 800. It was the best thing ever back then. I was older than Zack (no technology existed when I was a wee one), but I do recall scrambling to get ready so I play a little Popeye before Junior High.
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I guess nerd runs on both sides of the family after all.
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The good thing about having the video game out is that you can take it away. The loss of computer game time can be quite a motivator for Mason.
Peace out man.....