Friday the 13th, the un-unlucky day

I've never had a problem with the unluckiness of the number 13.  Actually, I've found that I've been pretty lucky on those days, but full moons... now that's a different story.

One of first meetings betwen hubby and I have been on Friday the 13th.  I actually flew out to Rhode Island on a day designated by the masses as unlucky. Sure, I think I was freaking out in the back of my brain that the fates of universe would strike me down in mid-air as I was going to meet my soulmate. But, nothing of the sort happened, and it was the first step of the adventure of marrying a Rhode Island boy (there is something about New Englanders, I must say).

Anyway, today was a wee bit different for a Friday the 13th.  Everything was going along well at the beginning. I woke up with kiddo (hubby was at work) and we proceeded to do our normal everyday routine of breakfast, PBS and computer time.

Then, the whining started. Let's just say kiddo is VERY sensitive when it comes to playing his online video games. He is, after all, not even four years old yet.  At a very early age (what could be earlier than four years old you might ask), he gravitated toward computers. Before he could even be potty trained (that's still a work in progress, ug), he knew how to change the settings on our computers.

But, if he doesn't win or understand the game, it's the end of his world.  He'll cry and cry and cry.  Even when he has a time out on the couch, he'll mumble about not winning the game.  If it wasn't so constant, I would have thought it was an endearing quality.

Not when I'm trying to write tho.  There is no way to block out that kind of kid emotion. You put your project on pause and you console. When consoling doesn't work, you try to explain. When explaining that "It's okay" doesn't work, you are soon approaching the end of control.  Diversion: "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" More whiney crying.  Eventually, it runs its course. THANK GOD!

By the time hubby gets home from work, he can only hear the second hand account from me about it all. Lucky bugger.

Anyways, by the time the night is over, I hardly even acknowledge that it was a Friday the 13th.

To me, it's just another day.