Slower Than Dirt

Yup, that's me. Slower than dirt.

Several weeks ago, we moved the computer from my room to the main floor. I moved it alone and did a sort of "good enough" version of moving it. For a while, I've been meaning to get back to fixing it up, I just haven't done it.

Even while it was upstairs, we had to keep the screen on the side, as we'd already broken the stand. Well, after carpet cleaning yesterday and some other stuff, late nights, writing, whatever, I've developed a crick in the neck that just won't go. This morning it dawned on me, perhaps having the screen off to the side wasn't helping.

Never mind that I'm not able to ever sit here and do anything without at least one child using me as a jungle gym unless it's 3 in the morning. Thanks to the abundance of phone books we get at this house, the problem is sort of solved. It's not very pretty, but very functional, and in this house, that always wins. The phone book holds up the shelf with the screen so now I can at least type head on while being a toddler jungle gym.

Next I have to figure out how to solve the dents I get in my knees from bracing against girl friend when she decides to play "push mommy" while "sharing" the chair with me.

Yeah, today, it's just the mommy trials.