My Lucky Escape

I was at the computer….. Daughter was at her laptop and son was hovering nearby. Well, he is always hovering if I am on the computer, aiming to seize it as soon as I get up.

Out of the blue daughter peeps over my screen and says.

 “Mum, can I read your blog?”   

“NO” chorused, son and I

“But I want to read it”

“NO” chorused, son and I….. Again

As always, her waning interest in anything remotely connected to me came to my aid this time. Because by this time daughter had one eye on her laptop screen while saying “I will Google it”

 “You don’t know the name to do it” pounced the son

Oh, my good ‘ole sonna, protecting his mother. He knows my blog is 70%, maybe more, is about his sister and he cares for my wellbeing   : )

Then something on her screen grabbed her full attention and she looked away without saying anything.

Phew, that was close!

I will show her one day but that day isn’t today. Maybe when she is 30 or 40 perhaps, and I can convince myself, I won’t be a pulp. I am not ready for her to read, then tell all her snotty friends “do you know, my mum has a blog and you wouldn’t believe what she writes in it, it’s all about me, everything I do is in there”

Well, not everything dear daughter. Some I do hold back.  Like, how messy your room is and when I ask you to clean it, how you push everything under the bed and fooled me into believing the first time you did it, ‘wow she tidied the room’ that is until I vacuumed next and heard thud, thud, crunch, crunch under the bed. See, I don’t’ write those things   : )

 

It won’t stop there. Her whole gang will want to know the blog name and there will be a stampede on my blog which will progress to their entertaining chatter on MSN.   I can imagine the text messages that will fly around telling each other, “guess what, X’s mum had written a new post today”. Next it will be their parents, siblings, you name it, eventually the whole town will get to know and I will have to do a Indyana.

So…. no thank you.