'Boysplaining" - a new word in my dictionary

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 up to his lightning-fast, teen-influenced standards. He literally lost it, huffing and puffing like a tiny, frustrated dragon.

I swear, I wanted to grab him by his Nintendo-addled shoulders and scream, " Do you know who pays for the nintendo games? This IT girl, that's who!" But instead, I calmly (or what I like to think was calm) asked him, "Baby, What do you think I do for work?"

His response? A masterpiece of teenage satire, delivered with a straight face and an almost alarming lack of self-preservation: "I don't know—do you even work?!"

And there you have it, folks. My life, neatly summarised by a teenager who clearly believes my primary function is to provide snacks and occasionally drive him places. I'm just here, trying to earn my stripes as an "IT girl" in my own home, one eye-roll at a time.