Little T's fall back activity is watching TV, and it's all my fault. When dad's not around to help out, TV is the quickest, most expedient way to get rid of her, so I can do all of the other things I have to do around here. It's not as if I'm pawning off my kid so I can be lazy and have fun. I'm not eating bon-bons, or catching up on Duck Dynasty, or internet shopping, or FB-chatting with Janelle.
Okay, some of the time, I'm FB-chatting with Janelle.
But mostly, I'm doing exciting things like sorting through piles of school papers, doing laundry, washing dishes, planning meals, and paying bills. In order to do all of that and more, I've been letting her watch too much TV. Only now, we are paying the price, in the form of tantrums when she hears the word 'NO.' It's not a little horrifying.
So with my resolve steely and my hopes high, I decided NO TV for Little T this morning. Here's what it took for me, assisted by her sisters, to keep her occupied.
No TV, but my house is destroyed/festooned and I'm blotto-exhausted. Every single one of those activities still needs to be cleaned up and put away. Turns out, creativity is messy, inefficient, loud and time-consuming. And awesome.
At least we have started the long slow process of turning the TV-addiction ship around. I predict I need to have 327 more mornings like this to truly break the habit.
And so, another epic battle begins: who will win???
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