16/06/2026
Anyone, particularly PDA adults relate to the end of the day internal inferno the closer one gets to the destination of retreat after taking care of everyone and everything all day?
Tonight I was cooking dinner for my youngest - put a tray of food in the oven and asked Alexa (as in the smart device Alexa) to set a timer for 25 minutes.
I then realised I actually needed 30 minutes. Fine. Easy fix, surely.
I was also, at that exact moment, holding my pyjamas in my hand.
I was THIS š¤ close to my bed. I could smell my fresh sheets and sense a psychic connection with my noise cancelling headphones calling me in..
I'm sure any parent will know the very specific desperation of being almost at the couch, or the bed, or out for a walk alone, or the bathroom or the shower, (for many of us, after years of never being alone!) where every additional delay raises the internal temperature by about ten degrees.
I asked, "Alexa, please change the timer from 25 minutes to 30 minutes."
She then took what felt like a full geological era to explain that she cannot remove minutes from a timer, because the timer only has 25 minutes, and she cannot subtract 30 from 25.
A maths lesson. I did not ask for a maths lesson.
I felt it rising. I stayed calm.
"Okay. No. Cancel the 25 minute timer."
She replied: "You have a 25 minute timer with 20 minutes and 49 seconds remaining. Would you like to cancel this timer?"
YES. Obviously. That is the entire sentence I just said.
I then asked for a 30 minute timer. And she announced, brightly, that I then had TWO timers - one for 25 minutes and one for 30 minutes..and however many minutes and seconds were remaining on each.
"Alexa, cancel all the timers."
She proceeded, of course, to recite the full dossier on both timers again and asked which one I'd like to cancel.
By now I am fully enraged. š¤š”š
Pyjamas still in hand. And as I stormed off toward my room, I called her a name.
.a name that, in an Australian accent, you can all probably guess when I tell you what she proceeded to educate me on.
As I opened up my bedroom door, seething, she piped up cheerfully: "I think this information will helpā¦" and began to educate me on buckwheat.
Where it's from, what it's for and how to grow it.
Buckwheat.
She heard buckwheat.
A bit of co-regulation with Alexa to round out the evening.
I'm still laughing. š¾