The old man decided to upgrade our router system the other day, and inevitably the job took longer than planned because of one, or several of the following reasons:
- Even though he thinks he is Steve Jobs and we should have shares in Apple, he is technologically inept
- He cannot be described as ‘handy’ or a ‘man who can’
- He refuses to let anyone help him, in particular women or anyone from Generation Y
- There was probably some major part missing that was required for a successful installation
- There was OBVIOUSLY some fault at our Service Provider’s end, even though the rest of Sydney had Wifi.
My world without Internet came to a grinding halt.
For two hours I felt lost. I couldn’t partake of any of the daily functions that give me pleasure, such as Facebook, Pinning, Tweeting, or in absolute desperation, work. I couldn’t research stuff to do in the future – that I will obviously never do; I couldn’t trawl the net for clothes, that I will never buy or images of food that I will never cook.
Which left me no real excuse NOT to do all those things I would have/should have been doing before the Internet came along. Those boring, housey chores, that now only get done on a needs basis.
- Cleaning the Microwave – which I have thought about for a good month but hoped that someone else (such as the old man, who is more commonly referred to these days as House Bitch now he is a house husband), would be grossed out enough by the porridge splatters to do it for me. Obviously he can’t fathom how to put back the glass plate either.
- Clearing the Fridge of all those leftovers that we never eat, in spite of our supposed conscience about world poverty. These include half-used jars of sauces that have developed green fur on the top and manky old pieces of cut up veg and fruit that were used last Christmas.
- Sewing on those buttons, patching up those seams…
- Getting to the bottom of the ironing pile where the tablecloths, napkins and shirts you never wear, live forever.
- Polishing shoes rather than buying a new pair, or giving them a quick once-over with the dish cloth.
- Cleaning those stains on the carpet that have annoyed me for the past year every time I walk past them.
- Not ignoring the little flashing light on the dishwasher that reminds me to add some dishwasher rinse aid, even though it seems to make fuck all difference to the results.
Sewing is my biggest ‘I would prefer to be an ugly, fat girl in the Bachelor house’ task out of all of the above and I will avoid it whenever possible. I will throw clothes away rather than spend two minutes mending them. It’s not even that I can’t sew – I am THAT old – it was part of the school curriculum in my day, when we slowly advanced from blanket stitch to designing and making some hideously embroidered cushion that both parents actually fought over NOT to be gifted for Christmas, over the space of four years.
What heinous domestic task will you lower yourself to do when the Internet goes down?