I got the call Sunday night when I was watching my son's soccer game.  It was from my youngest child who was terribly upset.  It seems there was an accident, he had dropped the controller on his video game system with the disc door open and now it was not working.  I tried to reassure him and said I would try to fix it as soon as I got home.  When I arrived home he was waiting at the door, I don't want to admit it but I was in a panic that I was not going to be able to fix it and of course I  couldn't.  I didn't know what scared me more the cost of replacing the system or the time spent waiting to get it repaired.

Well you guessed it, at 11:00 at night I am on the internet trying to find out how we can this thing repaired and quick! The next day my husband took it to get fixed but how long are we going to have to live in the darkness of no video games?!  

By day 2 things were really bad, it was like he didn't know what to do with himself.  He had played outside, watched tv, played pool, and gone to bed early the day before but now what - today it was raining!

Well we made it through another day and it is getting easier.  I now realize how addicting these game systems have become and when we do get it back he will definitely will be playing it a lot less.