The Day My Dell Died...

     So... as I'm sure most of you know, trying to do anything personal like going to the bathroom or taking a shower can be a bit tricky with toddlers (my little boys are 2 & 3). For those of you who are lucky enough to have kids who are completely content in watching cartoons or playing with toys while you're in there... Well, good for you! I on the otherhand do not have that luxury. There could be a 6 foot icecream cone standing in our living room and that would not deter them from their seek & destroy missions.

     On this particular afternoon all seemed to be going well. Both boys took good naps and were having a snack while watching Nick Jr. I took this as my opportunity to try and get a shower in. Not a long shower like the good ol' pre-kids days... but the quick 3-5min shower with both bathroom doors open so I could  hear any abnormalities... You know the uh-oh sounds like the fridge opening, water running, the microwave beeping or eggs cracking. Yes, I said eggs cracking... I'll share that story another time.

     I took my shower, peeked out of the bathroom and all seemed to be going well. They were still  enjoying their snack and glued to the tube. I quickly dressed and took advantage of the situation by deciding it was safe to blow dry my hair. Big Mistake. I have short hair, so it doesn't take much more than a few minutes to blow dry. As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed both boys sitting at our kitchen counter. This isn't incredibly unusual as this is where they color. However, there were no crayons or coloring books out. In fact, the only thing on our counter that day was my laptop and two little boys. I heard something small hit the hardwood floors below them. I couldn't tell what it was. Small, black, square shaped. I bent over to pick it up and it was the letter Q. To be more specific it was the key for the letter Q that had only a few minutes prior been intact on my keyboard. I look up and there was one boy on each side of my computer, smiling and laughing while plucking the keys off my poor Dell. I've never tried plucking keys off a keyboard, but apparently it isn't very difficult. I stood there in disbelief. I couldn't even say anything at first. I mean, I suppose "Stop It" would have been appropriate, however I was afraid if I opened my mouth, that's not what would have come out. Instead I sent them to Time Out while I frantically scavenged around my kitchen trying to find every last key.

Below is a photo I took of the Dell right after it happened. I thought it would be easier to "show" my husband what happened, instead of explaining it over the phone while he was at work. He was impressed...