Of Mice and Men

I have a confession to make. Gadgets are not my only obsession. I know, you'd never believe it, right? 

Who am I kidding? More obsessions just means more ways to avoid tackling the housework. Yay for me! I think the weirdest thing is probably that my obsessions aren't at all related to each other. This obsession is mice. OK, OK, I see where you're going with this. Not that kind of mouse, this one has nothing to do with technology. Rather, in particular two special mice, and their associated counterparts.

Yes, I am a Disney fanatic. Admittedly, not as much as some others I know, but I'm fairly sure more than most people would consider healthy. I have been to both Disneyland and Walt Disney World, needing to buy more luggage to bring toys souvenirs home each time. I also have friends who visit one or the other parks often who spoil me with goodies. 

With Thing 2 and Thing 3 at daycare I did some tidying up. Of course, I was only doing that because I was avoiding doing some work. Amongst my AFS* filing system was one such shipment of goodies from Walt Disney World, and something else that I'd been putting off doing. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to avoid both housework and work, I grabbed what I needed and headed to the car.

Ten minutes later the job was done. We had joined the ranks of those irritating people who put stupid stickers on their cars. 

Introducing, my family.

 P.S. Oh My Goodness! Whilst searching for images I came across these. What were the odds?

*Any Flat Surface

Hello and welcome!

Welcome to my blog! I am a mum who has an unhealthy obsession with just about anything computer related. I love techy gadgets, social networking, and other kinds of geeky goodness. Especially anything that comes to us from Cupertino, CA with a picture of a piece of fruit on it.
 

I hate housework, and the above obsession gives me the perfect distraction from doing all the domestic things that I should be doing. Unfortunately with tiny humans in the house, even the most fastidious of housekeepers would feel like they were shoveling the path while it was still snowing, trying to keep the house in a state fit for human habitation. That means that I occasionally have to drag myself away from my beloved MacBook Pro to wash clothes, sweep floors, and scrub toilets. My 2 yr old, Thing 3, has never seen an iron. At least, not in my house. I'm fairly sure we still own one... I love that my washer and dishwasher have 2 hour cycles - they give me the perfect excuse to just have a quick look at Twitter or Facebook while I'm waiting for them to finish. Surely you don't expect me to use that time constructively? Oh, I should probably mention at this point that I am also terribly lazy.

Then there's cooking. I hate it almost as much as ironing. I can do it, and I'm reasonably capable, but I hate it. Fortunately the Universe was on my side around 16 years ago when it led me to The Chef, who soon become my husband. Clearly I knew when I was onto a good thing. No doubt The Chef had no idea what he was in for when he proposed. The Chef is also a terrible enabler of my obsession. He will say to me "Just go and buy it!", which is awesome, but since I'm the Minister for War & Finance in our household I know it's not possible. It sucks to be so responsible sometimes.

What's your obsession? How's your motivation towards housework? My guess is, if you're reading blogs right now, that you're either one of those annoying people who get stuck into it to get it out of the way, or your house has gone to hell in a hand basket while you drink coffee and stuff around on the interwebs. 

Now, it's time for me to put another load on so I can return to sit on my rear for another 2 hours...