So, the other day my kids watched way too much TV. And I realized, at the end of the day, that more and more planned TV time had crept into our schedule. So I decided drastic measures were needed. That night I said to the kids "Tomorrow we are not going to watch any TV. We're going to play together instead. Games, coloring, Play-Doh, reading books..." At which point Naomi and Asher both burst into tears. Horrible, painful, sobbing tears. Apparently I had just ripped our their hearts with my hand (we're watching the Indiana Jones trilogy in preparation for seeing the new one). That night I just changed the subject and moved on with life, hoping that it they would be a little more used to the idea by the next morning. Nope. We got up at 6:45 or so because Asher had been awake and screaming/playing/singing in his bed since 6:00. By 8:00 I had given up on the idea of "no TV" because Asher would do nothing but cry and my allotted patience for the day was already gone. So the day changed from "no TV" to "Minimal TV". They watched 1/2 hour in the morning, then Naomi watched one more 1/2 hour while the boys napped and that was all! No TV at all in the afternoon! And it was one of the best days I've had with the kids in a long time. Naomi and I spent a while coloring and cutting paper, I pushed the boys on the swings for longer than usual, I actually held Isaiah while he drank a bottle, we went out to dinner and I enjoyed the company of my kids, Naomi helped me with some of my "chores". It was really an unremarkably fabulous day.
I learned some important lessons and hope to keep some of that "less TV, more interaction with my kids" in the schedule from now on. I'm sure the TV will creep back up on me - but I'll just do a "no TV" day again. That's why blogging is great! Now I'll remember what to do!
I don't think I've mentioned that Richard has a herniated disc in his back. So he's been in a lot of pain for the past month or so and has been working hard to take it easy (ironic, no?). He bought a laptop so he can work on the couch, a new work chair, and a new mattress topper to help his back feel better. I was not excited about the new mattress topper. We've had feather bed toppers before (in fact the latest one made it look like a chicken coop in our bedroom because the feathers were everywhere!) and they've been alright - comfy but not really great for the back. So this time Richard decided on memory foam. THICK memory foam. That stuff is weird! When I first climbed into bed I was sure it would be awful. It takes a minute for my body to settle down into it. But I have discovered that I sleep sooooo much better on it. Deeper and better. The kids keep scaring the crud out of me when they come into the room or cry in the night because I am so sound asleep that I start awake. The morning surprises me instead of it being something I am aware is coming. By morning, my body is a part of the bed. We are one. It's cruel to separate us. And while I'm glad that I'm sleeping so soundly - it's weird to be startled by the sun at 7am. But weird in an oh-so-fabulous kind of way.