Stop this crazy thing!

I read somewhere, that private armies and terrorist sleep whenever they get a chance-that way they are refreshed and ready to move when they need to get going … I’m not to sure where I read this but I know I read it somewhere and I suppose if you wanted to be a revolutionary or fight Nazi’s or behead zombies, it would be important for you to sleep whenever, and wherever possible.

It is for this same reason, that whenever I can get away from Booga- I do.

Yes, it can get that bad.
The same movie over and over again and the constant typing on his typewriter, these things can drive an average citizen insane.

Therefore, I really take advantage of anyone who is related to me and working in the pole barn outside our house, to emancipate myself. The whole idea of actually enjoying a few minutes “Booga- free” makes me happier than a chance to sleep till noon in January, on a Monday.

I get out of the house before Booga has awakened or while he is watching a movie; and I and run into town in my car- with the moon roof completely open and the stereo blaring.

I’m free!

Booga is capable of staying in the house by himself if someone is out in the yard or in the pole barn (this is in case he needs them). I leave a simply worded note somewhere he’ll be sure to see it (because Booga can read some sight words) or I tell him I am leaving and that he is not allowed to use the stove (The later is not the best option because you take the chance of having Booga wanting go with you…Which makes the whole idea of getting away from Booga a mute issue) and I leave for a few precious moments alone.

I’m not unhappy with Booga, but as any primary caregiver of someone like Booga, I need a break. And the more I get, the better a caregiver I am.

Where did you find Booga a typewriter you ask?
Well, the typewriter is a story unto itself….

I was at a yard sale in the country, when I came upon this ribbon typewriter in a case. Booga’s teacher had told me that he should probably work on his typing skills as they were learning how to use computers.
Now, I’m very odd about who is on my computer and what they are doing on it. I actually bought two computers for my two older children and Booga had his very own computer, with learning software on it, specifically purchased for him.

One day he walked out and announced to me that we should throw his computer in the fire pit.

So, I took off all the software and gave it to one of my students. Who had a neighbor who fixed him up with a modem and he was more than grateful.

And so that was over.

Then one day I found this typewriter quite by accident at a yard sale while my friend and I were rummaging through someone else’s memories. My friend found it first and said, “Hey you should buy this for your son!”
It didn’t have a ribbon and I was pretty sure I could find a ribbon at Staples somewhere, which I did and so I bought the thing for a couple of dollars (yes I know) and brought it home to him….Case and all.

For sometime it was used sparingly by Booga who would rather draw his words than type them. But then this year he decided to write The Great American Novel on the archaic manual, and now it makes us crazy on occasion with its final taping.

So we’re trying to watch “America’s Got Talent” and he’s banging away on his typewriter. The typewriter is okay until you want to hear something on television.
Then it just bangs.

We have now set limits on how much time he can spend typing.
I wonder how setting a timer would work for me when most of the time that I’m working, I’m typing?
Hua.