A houseful of people means very little "alone-time" for the hostess. But this evening, while some folks watch a movie, and others are on the phone in my usual computer room, I have snuck into Bunny's bedroom to use her computer and check mail.
Let's hope she doesn't catch me. Bunny and I do not yet have a mutual understanding about my rights to this computer. When I was caught this morning, she gave me a terrible look. She couldn't have looked more betrayed if I'd been engaging in ritual animal sacrifice right there on the spot. I was incensed.
"Oh, no you don't," I said, wagging a finger. My other hand may have been on my hip, in the classic Mommy stance favored the world over by maternal authority figures. "Take that look off your face. I didn't disturb anything in here. I didn't cause any harm at all. We have guests, and this was the only room with a computer free. And I'm your mother," I finished, somewhat lamely to my ears. She finally said she was sorry for getting bent, but that may have only been expedience talking. Clearly I violated some unwritten kid rule about the computer. We'd better establish some further rules about computer use, right away, and I'd better have an attorney on speed dial when we do.
Heh... I solved this one a LONG time ago (around the time when "mine" was the only word used with any accuracy!). I'd say, "Look around you. See all this stuff... it all belongs to me. It's MINE." Ha ha ha ha *snort*
However, they do get to a certain age where they have perfected your "look" and use it against you--it's simply chilling.
Posted by: Wende | September 18, 2005 at 11:52 AM
Hey! Who pays for the electricity, anyway? Sheesh! Get a job already, Bunny!
Posted by: Jo | September 18, 2005 at 03:50 PM
Oh please. It's your computer! You bought the dang thing!
(Note, this is my mother's reasoning, and I still totally buy into it)
Posted by: Ms. Jane | September 21, 2005 at 01:32 PM