Mum's Stuff

I’m not precious about stuff.  Stuff gets old, stuff gets broken, stuff gets lost.  It’s all just stuff.  I’m usually quick to say, “Never mind.  No big deal…” to the kids when accidents happen.  Usually.  Not this time.  I could have cried.

There are very few things in our home which are solely mine, and my laptop is one of them.  It got a special mention in my 100th post, and in my blogaversary post.  It was even the star of one of my earliest posts about maintaining a sense of self!  But my gorgeous, purple, blossom patterned Dell Inspiron does NOT usually look like this:

Do you have any idea, any at all, how relieved I was when I discovered my son had only used the WHITEBOARD marker from my blogging wall calendar?!!  Exhale.  The pen marks rubbed straight off.  No big deal.

And I was reminded again that stuff is just stuff.

21 thoughts on “Mum's Stuff

  1. So glad it came off so easily. When Kyan was a baby he drew all over my good doona and the wall with a lipstick and a permanent pen :(

  2. Cath, I know the feeling. I found my son had used a nice black pen on his brother’s bed. I did not think to much about it because it was just on his water proof protector. Well that was until I found the same pen marks on the lounge a few days later. I had to turned my back and walked away. It was to late to get upset about it. Maybe if I did not leave the pen lying around it might not happened. (This is why when I we got the lounge I payed the extra to get the fabric protection on it, with three boys I would have been silly not to.)

  3. Cath, I know the feeling. I found my son had used a nice black pen on his brother’s bed. I did not think to much about it because it was just on his water proof protector. Well that was until I found the same pen marks on the lounge a few days later. I had to turned my back and walked away. It was to late to get upset about it. Maybe if I did not leave the pen lying around it might not happened. (This is why when I we got the lounge I paid the extra to get the fabric protection on it, with three boys I would have been silly not to.)
    There is pen on the tv. I know who did it they wrote their name. Maybe I will learn one day not to leave pens where the kids can get them.

  4. Stuff might be just stuff but when it has meaning and is gone for good some stuff is belongings. I lost all of my childhood belonging so I put a bit more value on my stuff now. Things that hold meaning and cant be replaced are treasures.

    Didnt stop me painting my mums house when I was 3. My whole bedroom wall for as far as i could reach, luckily only water colours.

  5. Oh Cath, I was right there with you all the way. My event involved scissors and my favourite sheets! – nothing a good stick on patch didn’t fix.

    “When we detach ourselves from the outcome we can truly see the event for what it is” (although I may have made up the words, this quote stems from any number of teachings – Buddhism, Yoga, Quantum Physics and of course, the Law of Squiggle!)
    .-= Claudette´s last blog ..HAVE A GIRL LOOK! =-.

  6. Oh boy – sometimes when stuff happens and we I’m not in the right frame of mind… I blow a fuse (especially when I’m tired)… but you are right… stuff is stuff and it’s usually not as bad as if first looks.
    .-= Michelle´s last blog ..Claim Your Award! =-.

  7. So glad the marker came off. I am like you, don’t have many things that are just mine, but have a couple. Like my camera, which was ripped out of its bag and lenses were all over the floor. I almost cried, luckily DH was there to check it all and put away. DS1 had climbed up two cupboard shelves to get it.
    .-= Amanda´s last blog ..a bit about Chicken Loaf with Tomatoes =-.

  8. I am so pleased that my macbook is nearly indestructible. The amount of times it has been hurled off the couch and I’ve stopped breathing I can’t even count. I thank the shell (made from one piece of aluminium). But I can’t imagine I would react calmly if it was defaced!
    .-= Zoey @ Good Goog´s last blog ..Jumping for Joy =-.

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