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The end of the tubeless life

Submitted by on Sunday, 1 June 2008 No Comment
Originally published July 8, 2007, thehive.modbee.com   

 The cable box in the living room has been out for almost three months and, to tell the truth, I’m thrilled.

The guys had fallen into the habit of gazing goggle-eyed all evening at The Electronic Box of Enlightenment.

The second the cable was gone, presto! They went back to playing outside, “reading” their books and giving me more help than I really need with dinner.

Then last week, the DVD player joined the cable box in the electronic graveyard – either a baby-sitter or Big Guy broke it. The stories keep changing. Once I got over my extreme agitation at the loss of a very expensive piece of equipment, I was euphoric.

Hallelujah! My fantasy of a TV-free life was coming true.

Dear God, what was I thinking?

The first weekend was great. Sunday, we got up and went to the neighborhood park. Monday we went to feed ducks at a nearby college. In between, we played with Super Soakers, Play-Doh and took walks

But then it came time to pack their lunches Monday night. Ought-oh! Not enough leftovers. How did that happen? Then I remembered the hour I used to spend cooking every morning while the guys watched a movie.

The Fourth of July was worse. I got some cooking done, but it was amid constant clamoring. “Mommy, what are we going to do next?” “I’m going to make potato salad, and you’re going to go outside and play. “Aw, Mom!”

Many evenings after that deteriorated into a similar hell. The guys were surrounded by dozens of toys, but flummoxed when it came to figuring out what to do.

Seems the TV-free life had caused the guys to develop a huge case of Mommy Welfare. It probably stemmed from my hyperactive efforts at making sure we had a morning outing planned, so they wouldn’t miss their tube time. As a result, they started lining up with their little hands out, waiting on me to announce the next scheduled event.

And then Big Guy started rejecting the plans. “Why don’t you paint the patio?” “Nah, I don’t wanna do that.” “Get in the pool.” “Maybe later.” “Want to water the yard?” “Nope.”

Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh.

It’s his most annoying phase so far. Whatever I do or suggest, he wants something more or different or better. Yet he can’t come up with ideas of his own. At least I hope it’s a phase. I know some adults who haven’t outgrown it.

By this afternoon, I’d had all I could stand. We came home from Micke Grove, where the guys took turns being miserable, and it started again. “What are we going to do now?” Big Guy asked.

I turned to Dad and begged like a crack head. “Please go get a DVD player before I lose my freakin’ mind.”

Thus ending the TV-free life. You can bet I won’t try that again. As much as I love spending time with the guys, there are just so many hours in a day, and I need one of them to get things done.

I only feel a little bit guilty about that. And I'm still not getting the cable box fixed.

 Copyright 2007 Debra Legg. All rights reserved. -----

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