Jealous of the Computer?

Does anyone else have the problem with jealously over the computer? I’m not a wife who complains her husband spends more time communicating with the computer rather than with me. I’ll turn off the computer in the middle of his typing if that was to happen. I’m not a mom who spends hours responding to every little comment on Facebook. I just don’t have that kind of time. I’m not someone who uses much computer time unless I’m designing or working. I admit I can have complete tunnel vision on Ancestry.com when searching out my Southern ancestors but overall, I really don’t have a relationship with the computer in comparison to our society.

My kids are probably the top reason why I’m not compelled to stay on the computer for a time.  Jared can open his laptop while sitting on the sofa and never be bothered. Jared can sit in the computer room and be forgotten. However, if I barely lift my laptop ajar, a child will instantly appear. If I entered through the doorway of the computer room, an alarm goes off and I’m instantly surrounded by a gang of needy girls. The majority of my computer time is spent after bedtime but only when Jared is working. If I begin to show attention to the computer after the girls have gone to bed finally, then Jared feels neglected because of the time taken away from him. Some nights I have to wait to about 11pm when Jared finally passes out before I can take time to network or search out topics or even to grade papers. 

I adore my family but I do not understand the jealously with the computer. Like I said before, I’m not a person totally engulfed by the need to stare at a screen 24 hour a day. I cannot find what warrants the need to smother me, sometimes literally, when I touch the laptop or sit my buns in the computer chair. Sierra would be the worse out the three. She will even sit on my shoulders and wrap around my head to prevent me from being attentive to the computer. If you have ever had a 40lb kid on your head, let me tell you, it’s painful. The opening of the laptop also brings a multitude of questions. “Mom! I need to make an invention. What should I do?” “Mom! Can I have a bagel with cream cheese?” “Mom! Can I play on the computer?” “Mom! Can you tell Savannah to leave me alone?” “Hon! Can you come edit my blog?”……..and so on. 

And at this moment Sierra is pushing the laptop closed so I will stop typing and pay her the attention. Times up for me as this jealously battles on.