I’m writing this on a Sunday evening, both children are on their computers, the wife is on Farmville and I’m typing on the laptop.
Son is up to his neck in Minecraft and daughter is chatting on Facebook. I say chatting, what I mean is using symbols and some letters in combinations of a hieroglyphic shorthand that I do not recognise and certainly will never understand.
I thought I was ok with txt speak, but this is a completely new evolution of language.
A good example that there will always be some generation gap and the kids will find a way to keep you in the dark and feel stupid.
From a slightly nostalgic point of view as a child, I seem to recall Sunday evenings in our house primarily consisted of an early bath, change into pyjamas, some tea, toast and if you were really “lucky” getting to stay up to watch Hart to Hart, Bergerac or some equally ancient TV detective series.
How the family dynamic has changed. We are all in different rooms, with our individual gadgets and these days rarely seem to sit down and watch anything together.
We do try to make a family film night on a Saturday, but even that is now becoming increasingly difficult with sleepover invites and daughter staying out later, combined with her getting to that awkward age where everything is rubbish unless it has a 15 rating.
If the rest of the world is anything like us then The Simpsons will have to change their title skit. I mean, does anyone all still sit on the sofa together?