Despite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
Tracey and I are purposefully trying to spend less time in front of our screens and more time walking around the house wondering what people do when they aren’t on the internet. And it’s had its problems.
“What’s a Sim card?” I asked the lovely Telstra girl who had come into the bank to do banking. While I checked her deposit and punched the keyboard she was attempting to walk me through getting a secondhand iPhone I’d purchased off a mate to work.
I’d spent a couple of minutes in a sort of loop – staring at the empty phone cradle, checking the kitchen benches, walking through the lounge and bedrooms and then back to the cradle. The phone was nowhere to be seen.
“I’ll get it!” is a chorus which reverberates off the walls of our house whenever the phone rings. Followed, since there is only one phone, by the jostling and squabbling and calls of, “It’s MY turn!!”