You may have noticed a conspicuous lack of postyness yesterday. I was all set to thrill the internet with my tales of wonder and delight (some of which might have involved my ears, but I make no promises), but before I had a chance, my angelic child spilled a cup of lukewarm coffee on my keyboard.
I don’t know if you’ve ever spilled a cup of coffee on your keyboard, but if you haven’t – I highly recommend it. So much excitement! So much shouting! So much mess! The baby was not interested in mama’s Dance of Woe, but was extremely angry that after all that work I wouldn’t even let him have the coffee cup. Didn’t I see all the effort he went to in order to get it? Because, clearly, if I were a nice mama, I would let my child drink coffee.
Once the keyboard dried out (during which time I cleaned, rather frantically, and paced, and tried without success to stop entertaining bleak fantasies of a computer-free existence), I discovered that all the keys still worked. All but one: the space bar. Stupid space bar. Who uses the space bar, anyway?
As it turns out, I use the space bar rather a lot. There was some more shouting after that.
(I do not like that I am a parent who shouts. Where is my therapist when I need her? My parents shouted. My parents also hit and broke things and scarred my psyche by saying things like “a monkey could do that better than you,” but is that merely the end-product of the shouting? Is the fact that I get angry and shout indicative of deep psychological issues? I would answer these questions, but like I said: no therapist. Sigh.)
So off to the Apple store I went, to purchase a lovely new keyboard and a lovely new keyboard cover, which theoretically would prevent this from happening in the future. Great theory, yes? Unfortunately flawed, as the keyboard cover makes the space bar stick. This? This is the definintion of irony.
However the Apple store is as wonderful as I remembered it, all sleek and modern and full of things I want so badly my palms itch. And they give you the cutest bags to carry your purchase! They are like wee trendy little backpacks. They are a carrying case, and an accessory. I love the Apple store.
Anyway, I can type again, and this is pleasing to me. And my child is unphased both by the shouting and the repeated admonitions to “please not touch Mommy’s coffee, Monkey, that is NOT for babies” so at least we’re coming up even.