Smash, smash, smash!

Took both my kids to get a haircut today. Got home after hubby. Saw sledgehammer in garage. He finally remembered to bring it home so we could smash the old computer to bits.

We closed the garage door, sat our old computer on the cement, and he started swinging. Do you know how hard it is to break a computer? We had personally never tried it, but it was tough! He finally smashed it open and proceeded to tear out the hard drive. That thing is even tougher! He took swing after swing, violently smashing it. It took a few swings to even tear it apart, but it finally did give in to the force. He kept hitting it and for a split second I got a little worried that he would never stop or that something else in the garage was about to pay the price as well. But he did stop to ask me if I wanted a swing. I really didn't by this time because I saw how much he was enjoying it. I just let him go.

After we completely tore the guts out of the computer, we just sat in the garage floor and marveled at all the workings. We saw the grids and processors and drives and other stuff. It was quite amazing to see it all. He literally tore out each scarred piece.

So, you ask, how do we feel now? I feel good about it, kind of silly, but it was very symbolic I think. Out with the old ways, in with the new. I think it was a better experience for hubby. I could feel the anger coming out of him with every swing.

On a side note, this is hubby's birthday. We met 14 years ago on this date. And I feel like we are just getting started.