So far the experiment is a failure. I’m hanging in there, though.
It seemed like a good idea. Hope has always been told that my office is “the quiet room,” so as long as it’s been an office, I’ve been training her to behave in here. (Training, I said. I didn’t say I’d succeeded.)
So. I’m going to be spending a lot of time in here, now the computer has enough memory to meet my needs, and I’ve decided I’d better have a back-up ready in case DAW likes the first book, but not enough. But that leaves my munchkin alone in the rest of the house, watching too much tv, prying into things not safe for little fingers, etc.
Solution? Make a place for her in my office. I brought in the coffee table we’ve discovered is really too large for the living room, planted her little chair in front of it, and voila! A desk. We arranged her craft supplies, brought in some good learning books, and called it done. It works wonderfully, she’d rather be in here than watching cartoons, most of the time. Except…
Except she likes to sing. She likes to sing one or two lines, over and over. And when I remind her that this is the quiet room, she hums. Remind her again, and she hums quietly. But still the same one or two lines.
It’s my own fault. I offered to play some music, but the only thing I could interest her in was Christmas carols–but the only time I like Christmas carols, is in July.
So here I sit, typing away at my blog because I can’t work out Donte’s reaction to seeing his rapist again, while listening to “Sleigh Ride.” Call me a wimp, laugh at my powers of concentration if you like, but I just CAN’T.
Bah humbug.