Saturday, August 26, 2006

It's horrible.

I think I have written before about how my oldest son has a horrible disease. I cannot recall the details of that entry but I will attempt to give you the details of this horrible disease I speak of now. It could have been different before.

He has this common debilitating disease known as Remotis Controlis Permanently Attachis to my Handis. It's most common in people of the male breed. Even more common in the younger crowd between the ages of 7-10 years of age. When the television is on, the remote strangely seems to be grafted to his hand in an uncanny way. People have tried, but no one can get it from his grasp. Also I might mention, he knows how to work that remote in ways I never dreamed of. I will have that thing in my hand, staring at the buttons willing it to just do what I want and not knowing what button to push to get it going, yet I watch him and he knows the buttons by heart, almost without looking. Now. I know what some of you might think. Oh, this is the sign of a child who watches too much TV. Possibly, but not really. I think he's just smarter than me. Right now we're all undergoing three hours without television as a ramification for not listening to his mother. This remotis controlis permanently attachis to my handis disease is now starting to get the better of all of us. I think we're going have to call in a surgeon. Why when a child is watching TV must he have the remote in his hand? Seriously, what gives? Is it just me? My child? I notice the same with my husband. He is always searching out the remote. It drives me nuts because I know down deep inside he really wants to change the channel just as I'm getting invested in whatever show I'm watching. He does that you know. When the commercial comes on, he starts channel surfing and then by the time (and I'm tersely barking at him to "just put it back, we're going to miss the show, the commercials are OVER") he gets back to my original channel, the show has re started and I missed whatever great scene blah blah blah. Males. Men.

Can't live with them, definitely can't live without them. What can you do? What's a girl to do?

Nothing. Dang it.

Jenn

1 comment:

Tammy said...

ROFL yes Derek has the same disease. It's terminal. Then he ends up that he can't find it or he'll take it with him in to other rooms and then cant find it. Grrr