I fixed my wireless keyboard and mouse today.  All by myself.  For some of you I know what you are thinking.  "Kathy, you are a computer tech, and that should be easy for you to fix."  And you would all be right.  Except I have some kind of mental disconnect when it comes to fixing my own equipment.  I can't seem to find the knowledge, or more importantly, the patience to fix my own computer issues.  In fact, at some point this afternoon, my wireless keyboard came very close to becoming many millions of parts on my desk and office area floor.  And it's not even PMS time.  

And the issue was?  Fucking batteries. 

That is always the first thing you check with wireless keyboards and mouses (no, not mice, mouses) except for that pesky reset/connect button.  I tried all the tech tricks I knew and it just didn't work.  This was a few months ago.  After removing the offending hardware, I swiped (read=borrowed) a keyboard from the MIL and grabbed an extra corded (oh the agony) mouse from our supply of never ending computer extras and went to town.  But I've been using my laptop for about a month and a half now, almost exclusively, so I didn't really think about it.  Until today. 

Earlier this week, I got a bug up my ass about getting our bedroom cleaned.  This kind of stuff always makes Ken anxious.  See, I get the ideas, and he ends up carrying them out.  Like when it's time to bathe our pets.  He's the one getting scratched and doing the actual bathing while I stand there with towels ready for wet, shaking pets to dry.  So when I mentioned getting our bedroom in some sort of order, he looked at me with a look that can only be described as disdainful.  I smiled back at him with cheer I did not feel on the inside. 

So Monday night, we cleaned, vacuumed, and put away clothes.  We also shampooed the carpet and even managed to get under the bed.  We had to remove the mattress and box springs but we did it.  This also led to a funny moment later when we were moving the box springs back to the bedroom and our mattress kind of toppled over on top of me.  It's my own fault though.  Being sandwiched between the wall and a large king size mattress is no fun, let me tell you. 

I came home today and saw my non-working keyboard and mouse and thought guiltily how much that set cost and felt a new sense of purpose.  I was going to fix them. 

An hour later I was still struggling, but getting closer.  I realized that even though I checked the batteries a couple months ago, and they were good then and have been sitting dormant for a while that maybe I should check them.  And Eureka.  The keyboard worked and the mouse was working and I was feeling good that I finally fixed something of my own without whining to Ken.  SUCCESS!

And now I am sitting here, hoping  he has forgotten that we were going to bathe all 4 pets tonight and maybe he just wants to go downstairs and watch the Hockey game and not think about trimming dog and cat nails or bathing cats.  I am sure he will not mind putting it off again for another day.  Maybe this weekend.