Games, games, games

I had an early night last night, the body still complaining about the weekend's activities. I awoke at just after to 12 to find the bed still empty. For those of you who are familar with Mammy2's sleeping patterns, basically as much as possible, you will know that being up past 12 is madness for her. I got up and arrived out in the living room to find her declaring war on some other small country. She got a few pc games for her birthday and things have gone downhill since. I informed her of the time, she had no clue. She gets very engrossed in things. On my way back to bed, I stuck my head into the kids's room and its like a scene from Shaun of the Dead. She's sitting with her mouth open, eyes unblinking at the telly whilst she plays some game we got her. The PS2 arrived yesterday, hence I had a feeling there were a few late nights ahead of us.

People who say technology is taking over the world might just be right.

She's on her mid-term so there won't be any arguments about bed-time, for now. I forsee problems though. Then again , she's a teenager, when is there not problems. We're supposed to be buying her a ticket for Metallica because EVERYONE is going and she can't be the only one not going. A very persausive argument I must say. We countered it with the old "We'll see". She responsed with eye rolling. I love the adult conversations we engage in.

To give her credit, she did do her cleaning task yesterday, the hoovering, whilst I was declared missing under what has to be a record pile or ironing. I suspect some of it is my own fault. I insist on ironing pyjamas. Look, there's logic there. If a fire breaks out, do you really want to be standing outside the apartment in creased pyjamas? Well, do you. No, I rest my case.