Who needs reality TV when you’ve got teenagers living at home? Not me. Here’s a list of some trials and tribulations mine have brought to the table in recent weeks:
Stephen has figured out how to excel at a new computer game. I learned this when I asked why his computer was humming away with a fan blowing on it while he was at school. My wife informed me that by leaving the game in a certain configuration with what looks like his player’s head bumping against a brick wall he can build up “points.” Time to have a talk with him about the electricity bill.
My daughter Rachael is beautiful, talented and artistic. In fact, she’s going to be the handy one around the house. Lately her drawings have been springing up and decorating our refrigerator. So what is she taking at school for a non-compulsory course? Welding. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Adam and I have entered an NHL pool at high school for fun. For the first couple of months of the season he was in first place and over the moon. However, we have such a “hate” on for the Ottawa Senators that not only did we not choose any current players but passed over any player that had ever played for Ottawa.
Now in sixth place in the pool, we’re getting hammered by Heatley, Spezza and Hossa and our discussions on why we hate Ottawa so much have had to become more frequent.