The weekend, and today...
Breakfast Today
The three progs* left at home these days are getting so autonomous, I could leave home for a few weeks and nearly be comfortable with that on a rig in the North Sea...
Not really.
I can sort of sleep in while they get ready for the school day. Toast smells sometimes drift down to my room. Some talking, mostly the TV noises. Occasional brawls do not make me rush to put out the wildfire anymore.
Then the inevitable "Bye Daddy", "See you Dad",
"Yeah, Bye! Oh. Made your lunches? fed the Cat? Done your shoes? Have a good day, see you tonight!"
Weird. I am a bit lazy sometimes, but they are all really growing up!
I am still Grumpy at breakfast, probably like my dad! Back when/then, Tarn, and my Mum too, would give "Their Man" brekky in bed to stave off the Grump from "ruining" the kid's breakfast...
I walk down the hall to get ready for the day for a Pondering Shower or ABC news over a lonesome brekky and nice coffee.
Yeah.
Bath towels, underwear, and breakfast dishes all around the lounge. TV on.
All left in situ like a tsunami had been announced or I walked into Pompeii...
#2 Son and Heytell
#2 son is not so much a handful anymore, and some conversations are pretty good- and I though last night, pretty grown up. "We" "had" to try an "app" out on our respective iPods- 'Heytell.'
Hmmph.
Pause an old NCIS at 11:55pm and go to my pc and find and load the dang app, fine, and the iPod wanted update itself- jeze mabel!
Anyway- like coitus interruptus, the two downloads went ahead. I got the app loaded and I wondered back to see if #2 the dazzler had loaded his app.
Nah, It was in the middle of updating the song list instead...
Hmmph.
Stomped back, snatched the iPod off the umbilical, forgetting to make sure it was okay to eject it and went back to watching my show.
Finally the Frazzler got his shite together, and with much sssss's and stuff, we got it to work. Dunno how much that is gonna cost me in wasted time and money, but looks like a cool walkie talkie type thing. If a WiFi hotspot is close by that is.
To be Stung or Not
The other two progeny have really stung me this weekend. Their birthday money went on an iPod touch each with some subsidizing- I don't like one missing out- so sue me.
"Everybody else has an iPod Toch. Bwha, bwha!"
Fine where's the cash gels?
Got em, although there could have been extras for extra- like Maccas...
"There you go. Satisfied?"
Oh YEAH! They were!
Tarn would not have gone down this track I am bloody sure, but, [And Happy 39th again Tarn], I cannot help myself. A Techy Boy Thing I reckon.
And then after all set up and the facetime is finally usable:
"Everybody else is using iTunes!"
Who- What- How- Why- When?
Parents do not read the conditions, or do, don't worry or/nor care and still sign over the preciousnesses of their lives - to The Net. Or Steve Jobs and minions. (Jeze Mabel- shoulda got those Apple shares)
I did so as long as use was supervised- after all, I managed to trust #1 Son. I think.
The Sting.
Their accounts needed some real verification before accessing the app store. Really?
Big mistake.
#3b girl child went for some free apps/songs. ["Not"!]
I was not there over her shoulder, so did not notice, AND was not told that the verification notice was in reality--- an agreement to purchase these app/songs...
Da dong...
Okay, and I agreed to what I thought was a strange way to get a freebie... Da Dong
And then #3a girl child needed some verification code too. Still not suspicious.
As they went off to bed I recieved some emails with Apple invoices and a thankyou for using the Apps Store.
DA DONG!
WHAT?!
We had just put some credit into their accounts from Target using the rest of their birthday money from the rels at Fi-ester Weegen!
Raised my voice and berated the two rapscallions, nor Yelling but certainly crossly!
"never Never do that again! Etc etc etc..."
And then and now realised that it was all my fault anyway. Still, cheap and not cheap!
More Stings. Today
[An aside- a pay check $238. Food today $136, Sting 2- cat medicine $46]
I received a text message from The Bobby Dazzler that I could pick him up after school.
Why? No answer.
So when It gets home, It says, "we could have gone out to the grave to pay respects?"
BUGGER, yes, we could have done it that way!
Hmmph again.
Off we go to see Tarn to put a little posy in the vase thingo, share some tears, and leave.
Travelling towards home:
"I need shoes"
"Me too"
Bugger me!
So. Via the shops...
First shop, cheapos okay, but do what Tarn would have made me do anyway, and get some more quotes.
Next place.
"Yuck"
"Don't like 'em"
Get some replacement jeans on special for me...$35
Next place.
"Nah, my friend says those shoes are crap"
Back to the first one, and fork out 120 buckaroonies!
Next stop, get some shoe inserts for the injured one like the doctor says. Another $35.
By the way, from last weeks x-ray of #3b's foot, looks like there's Nothing Wrong with it...
Hmmph, knew that!
Stung too many times. Credit card, cheque book and pay check buggered again for the week.
*not sprogs! Progenies. progenics?
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