I am so sick. Stuffy nose, throbbing sinuses, sore throat, ready to curl up and die kind of sick.
But, the TV hasn’t been on in my house once, at least when Joey’s around, anyway.
I’ve been watching a Harry Potter marathon on my laptop in my bed for the past three days, and Kimmie gets her daily dose of Diego when she gets home from school, hours before Joey.
Funny story: The other day, I fell asleep on the couch while Kimmie was watching TV (told you I’m sick) and when Diego was over, she wandered off and started playing with something in her bedroom.
I was still asleep when Joey’s bus dropped her off outside.
Kimmie saw Joey coming up the walk, and tore ass into the living room, snapped off the TV and yelled, “MOMMY! SISSY IS HOME! TURN OFF THE TV!!”
Anyway, these past several days have been challenging, to say the least. When Joey gets home from school, I’m faced with the inevitable “What can I doooooo?”
I generally respond with, “Well, you can do your homework, or clean up the mess you left in the living room. Or you can play with something for a little bit, or have a snack.”
But being sick, my response has been more along the lines of “I don’t care, just go away and don’t turn on the TV.”
My house looks like the third circle of hell right now.
But as messy as everything is, and believe me, it is super duper messy, I have been witness to my kids playing nicely together, using their imaginations, and leaning on each other for things they normally bug me for.
Joey even made Kimmie breakfast the other day, while I tried to get all the mucus out of my face.
I don’t think this would be the case if the answer to Joey’s daily whine was “I don’t care, go watch TV.”
I bet this blog isn’t making much sense, because I’m three shades of wasted on two different cold medications, and I haven’t slept for more than a few hours at a time in the past 3 days or so. But, suffice it to say, I am having warm fuzzies towards my kids, and I think it’s largely because of the current TV ban.
Now if I could just get Joey to eat her vegetables without a fight.
Next time, I promise we’ll get back on track and talk more about the whole TV thing in better detail. When I’m not quite so fuzzy.
In the meantime, I’m going to go try to get some more mucus out of my face.