More fool we. Or rather me.
Who’s idea was it to get the kids a Wii?
Somehow, miraculously, we managed to get thus far in their lives, and mine, without any electronic gaming devices in the house whatsoever. Yep. No Gameboys. No Playstations. No.. um… (what else is there?) .. Xboxes. No Nintendos, No whatever else there is. Yes, that’s right – our children are 16, 14 and 11, and they have survived their 90’s childhood, into the Naughties without any of these.
Can you believe it?
I feel a mix of great parental superiority, and guilt. Superiority of the “my kids aren’t couch potatoes” kind… and guilt of the ‘my poor kids haven’t had what most other kids have had’ kind.
Yes, they have played them at friends’ places. Yes they have played computer games on the internet. (So they haven’t been completely deprived.)
Well, the ‘poor deprived children of the 21st Century’ mother guilt kicked in this year, and I suggested that Ms 14 and Ms 11 might like to share a Wii as a combo birthday present. Ms 16 expressed the opinion that Wiis were lame, which is why it never happened as a combined Christmas present last year, for instance. (And that’s something to store in your memory banks, because I’ll be coming back to that little nugget a bit later.)
Anyway a Wii, at least was a relatively active electronic game.
It is driving me bloody MAD!
Perhaps I should have waited till we had the extensions done. (Or until they’d grown out of wanting one – who knows which might come first?) Because, right now, the computer and the TV are in the same room – the loungeroom – which is essentially in the middle of everything.
And right now Ms 11 is playing some tennis game, and the jumping around, and swinging and swatting, and the exclaiming (when she misses), and the goddamn “music” is .. is…. mind bogglingly ANNOYING!
I can’t stand it!!!
But it’s a no win situation, because when they are sitting (like couch potatoes) doing the driving Wii game, I come over all disapproving because they are being like … couch potatoes.
AND! The ‘music’ drives me insane.
What price those cordless headphones, I wonder? It still won’t alleviate the movement distraction, but it sure as hell might alleviate the incessant suicide inducing noise.
Funny (and annoying) too, how Ms 16 has suddenly decided it’s ok to play after all.
If you don’t feel sorry for me over this self inflicted misery in general, can I beg at least some compassion for how, as the parent, I have to manage the ‘invitation only’ participation – on an ongoing basis – of the big sister who isn’t so cool for school after all.