Wo(a)ndering thoughts!!!

You know, I thought by now, after years of paying the bills with my respectable career, I'd at least get some street cred from the resident tiny peasant. Especially since, you know, I work in IT . You'd think that would be enough to earn me the coveted "IT girl" badge of honor from my teen, but apparently, my offspring operates on a different planet. My daily struggle involves my son, Little A, relentlessly "BOYSPLAINNING" me on using computer. Yes, you read that right. He boyplains abbreviations (he literally said E-games is Electronic games) to me, a grown woman who has, in fact, used a computer before. He'll rattle off keyboard shortcuts like I've been living under a rock since dial-up was a thing. "Mom, you just hit Ctrl+Alt+Delete to, like, fix everything!"   Yesterday was a particular highlight. I was meticulously crafting some design on Canva, and Little A, lost his patience, was hovering. Apparently, my navigation speed wasn't u...

You know, I always thought "connecting with friends" meant, like, talking to them. But apparently, for Lil A and his crew, it means a virtual linguistic app  Duolingo . Last year, they started this whole "streaks and points" obsession, and I just figured, "Hey, whatever keeps them off my lawn, right?" Then came the fateful winter break, a mere month ago. Lil A, with the cunning of a seasoned cult leader, convinced me to join his Duolingo dominion. I, a skeptic of the highest order, figured I'd humor him. Just see what the fuss was about. Big mistake. Huge. I've been sucked into the green owl's vortex, people. Obsessed is an understatement. It's like finding long-lost relatives, but instead of awkward family dinners, it's me aggressively conjugating verbs in Spanish and attempting to decipher Korean honorifics. Spanish, in particular, has become my illicit lover. I was just doing it, lost in the rhythm of "hola" and "g...