Oh, look… June! And there was something I was forgetting… ah, right: those thirty posts I write every year in June. That again. For the fifth year in a row I’m back to a month of daily blogging: each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be about something that I’ve:
Decided… To Vilify the Television
At least temporarily.
If I have to watch another episode of “Full House” I’m gonna gouge my eyeballs out of their sockets and feed them to the dog. Okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. But, damn. What is it about mindless television that captivates a kid so thoroughly that to threaten to take it away for a few hours results in a effort of bargaining that is just about enough to drive a dad to epic distraction.
“You know what we’ve decided?” I told her in the car last Monday. “As of June first we’re doing our NO TV summer rules.”
“WHAT!” She cries. “But dad…”
“Look, as of June, and until when grade three starts in September, you get only twenty minutes per day of TV when the weather is nice enough to play outside. On rainy days, an hour. But whenever the sun is shining… the TV is off.”
A pout. Arms crossed and a dramatic slouch into the seat of the car. “That’s not fair.”
Maybe not, I muse. But I’ll be darned if we’re going to fight the ‘why don’t you go outside battle’ for the short three months of nice weather we get here each year.
To solidify the practical aspects, we agreed that she can “buy” more time by cashing in her chore tokens for TV rather than allowance. I’m sure there will be a few occasions, but I’m thinking she might start saving for something more interesting that an extra episode of the narcissistic Tanner family circa 1991.
Also, I made a trip to the bookstore on my lunch break and purchased a crisp, clean one-hundred and sixty page notebook which will become our “Family Adventure Journal: Summer 2015” … and little miss likes-to-write is going to be in charge of filling that up over the next three TV-reduced months.
Make me strong. It’s going to be rougher on the family cruise director than on the kid, I think.