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How do you feel when you get to work on Monday? I get to my cube and decompress from my weekend. I literally sit down and my body goes aaaahhhhh. The weekends are so busy despite how restful we try to make them. I am up to the middle of season two of Mad Men, did some swimming, ushered at the annual Society of Professional Journalists Gridiron event, rode my bicycle, took a kid to robotics, the girls had piano on Sunday, and we decided against going to University of Hawaii wahine volleyball last night. John and the girls are coughing too much. I do not know how I’ve dodged this latest bronchitis bullet.
I also pulled the plug on Mine Craft. Even if it does help people become more savvy in this ever evolving technical world, my girls don’t need what I like to refer to as mind cr^p sucking away at their spare time, followed by Sunday evening panic attacks about not having homework ready. Plus, it fuels the bickering that seems to smolder when the girls’ virtual worlds go up in flames, or the wolves have the run of the house with the lava flow, or the time when they both learned to build and then explode everything with TNT. A growing spreadsheet of codes helped the girls become virtual goddesses. I couldn’t stand it. Now they sleep again. Now they get homework done. They’ll find something else. They always do. And I’ll make a new rule. I always do.
Still watching updates from my East Coast friends on Twitter and Facebook to see how they’re doing. Perhaps the last weekend of the season won’t be a loss for those who have rented or rent homes down the shore. Sand replenishment programs might be shelved for a little bit, though. Some people would like the idea of that.
