Sweet Catastrophe

I tried to turn on the television and nothing happened. Of course I freaked out. This is a new HDTV…we’ve only had it since this summer. After some investigation, I found that it wasn’t all hooked up correctly.

It’s a huge tv, and it’s up high, and it’s hard to maneuver, and I’m going to shoot someone. Jonathan took the splitters (that weren’t his) so when Robert brings over the XBox, there’s a lot of cable shuffling. There’s the DVD player, the PS2, and the Gamecube, all fighting for one hookup. This weekend, they’re picking up all the damn HDMI switches and everything else they need, and they’re getting all this straight. I’m not playing with this anymore. I’m tired of being the nagging house-mom because they keep doing this crap.

I don’t mind cleaning up after them, I really and truly don’t. Andrew and Ryan are out of the apartment a lot more than I am. All I ask in return is that when I bitch about it, just let me. Damn boys.