Share, My Ass
Posted
May 29, 2008 at
8:50 pm by
Maureen
To update ya’ll on this post, my husband and I are still deeply stranded in the land of horrible-songs-about-potty-training, -strollers-and-politically -correct-portrayals-of-working-women.
Our son’s newest favorite song is called “Sharing.” It’s pretty much: Sharing is good, blah, blah, blah, share your toys, blah blah, stop being such a brat, blah, let your friend play with your doll.
So.
While my son is quickly learning all about the wonders of cooperating with others, my husband and I are sorely in need of some schoolin’ ourselves. Because? We pretty much blow when it comes to sharing.
Exhibit A: The Bathrooms.
When we bought our townhome, we made sure it had two full bathrooms. We believe the secret to a lasting marriage is fully separating bathroom necessities. Besides the obvious privacy issues, it keeps us from fighting over the mirror while I’m trying to blow-dry my hair, he’s trying to shave and we’re both trying to prevent our son from swallowing cat food. Yet, we’ve taken it from mere segregation to an intense border war. Like the other day, when he had the nerve to come into my bathroom and use my hairspray. Or, when I had the balls to walk into his bathroom and take an extra roll of toilet paper from under the sink. Neither act was received nicely.
Exhibit B: The Computer.
We both “share” this very laptop upon which I type. Or, more accurately, one of us uses it while the other sits on the couch, staring at the other person, tapping his/her foot, asking, “Done yet?” (In same manner that a child asks, “Are we there yet?” on a road trip) and loudly proclaiming, “I JUST need to check my email!” Then, the other begrudingly gives up the laptop and the process repeats itself. Of course, my husband has a work laptop, but the wireless doesn’t work on it/IP address really fucked up/networking issues/blah blah blah. Bottom line is there’s very little patient sharing happening over this little computing device. Especially when I’m dying to read Perez Hilton.
So, I guess we need to be a little more aware of the whole setting a good example. I also think that–
Never mind. Have to go. Husband giving evil look. His turn for the computer.
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1. Jessica said:
May 30, 2008 @ 1:27 pm
Oh, that is hilarious!
We have 4 computers in our house to share between 4 people, one of those people being only 5 years old and we still have mini temper tantrums.
Finally figuring out the network problem with my work computer helped a lot, but I like Prescott’s laptop better. It’s more comfy and he has the IP email. At least he rigged it so that I could access my email from the Internet.
And, why is it with 4 bathrooms in the house everybody always wants to go potty in one of them? I guess one bathroom offers more potty chi over the others.
2. Rita said:
May 30, 2008 @ 1:45 pm
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And, why is it with 4 bathrooms in the house everybody always wants to go potty in one of them? I guess one bathroom offers more potty chi over the others. [/quote]
That is sooooo true. I don’t know why. But, I guess you really do need to be in a familiar place to…let go.
I don’t teach my kids to share. I know, I’m near socialist in my political views, but dammit, my children do NOT need some other brat breaking their shit. I won’t let them be like rude about it, or violent over something. But, when we have kids over, I tell them–if there’s anything here you don’t want these kids to touch, get them out of sight, now. Anything left out then is fair game…to an extent.
We really need another computer. We have the power mac and the little apple laptop (with the absolute worst tracking pad in the history of computers), but we only have internet on the big one. We need to change that.
3. july mom said:
May 31, 2008 @ 8:26 am
Oh I so feel you! I grew up an only child so I never had to share at home. Dh is one of 5 and feels like he ALWAYS had to share growing up so now he shouldn’t have to. It’s quite a conunundrum. We too do not share a bathroom and we both have very nice laptops of our own. I won’t let dh so much as look at mine. Ds is always wanting to get on the computer and play games, but I guard it as fiercely as a lioness with new cubs. Dh won’t let him on his either, so we’re getting one of our old laptops (we have a total of 5) refurbed for him. Aren’t we sad? Here’s a little tip: at the end of every month Office Depot (and I’m sure other stores) deeply discount the previous months laptops-apparently they get “newer” models in every few weeks-and you can get a great deal. Just 3 days ago my poor sweet Yuka (that was my laptops name-she was Japanese) died. Literally. And I was in a state of panic. I need my laptop for work (bless the person who invented the whole backup thing because all my files were there!) so I ran to OD at 8:45pm and bought a lovely new laptop (one of the cool small ones) for HALF what the new model, which is exactly the same except the color of the keyboard. I have christened her Yuka II (a la Snowball from the Simpsons). Go get you your own laptop! You can get them for a song (and a few hundred dollars) at the end of the month.