I hate television. I was raised in a household where we had a TV, but we didn't have cable. We had the old bunny ears that didn't work most of the time. Usually, my brothers and I would get so frustrated trying to get them to work that we would just give up completely. I'm not very old, my family just didn't have the luxuries that other families did. I look back now and realize how fortunate I was that they didn't.
Around two years ago, I approached the husband with the proposal of getting rid of television. Middle child had an issue with TV. By an issue, I mean no one else in the world existed when the box was projecting images in front of her. He looked at me like my hair was on fire. When he realized I was serious, he went into survival mode. He couldn't bear the thought of not having football or nightly shows after the kids went to bed. Then, he attempted to play the trump card, how could we let youngest child grow up not knowing what cartoons are? I'm sure I rolled my eyes at him, it is instinct when he makes asinine arguments. I pointed out to him that I grew up just fine and we could get bunny ears and he could still watch football. In addition, we would save a substantial amount of money each month. He pouted for a few days, but after fighting with middle child about shutting the television for dinnertime for the millionth time, he caved.
It is the day that comes each year. Since oldest child was in Kindergarten I would look forward to it with anticipation. This year is no different. I'm aware of the fact that I am completely insane. From Christmas until the beginning of June I cannot wait until the children are home full time. I plan crafts, board game days, reading time, and so many other bonding activities. My Pinterest board makes me look like mother of the year.
You have taken your time to read my blog, so I probably owe you a bit of insight into who I am. My name is Tre, and first and foremost I am a mom. Some days are better than others, but they are all perfect in their own way.
The husband and I live a pretty normal life. If normal means raising a teenager, a nine year old, and a toddler. It's chaotic and fun. I gave up trying to be a perfect parent somewhere around the time my first child had his first birthday. It was too much work and I was too stressed out all the time. I was missing all the fun I should have been having. I stopped listening to everyone else's opinions and quit reading all the parenting books. I listened to my own instincts and did what I thought was right. Granted, I am still super Type A so fun for me is organizing bookshelves with the kids. Finger paints and things of that sort make mommy take a time out (some days with her favorite wine glass).