At the hen do I went to last weekend my friends friend was putting together a memory book for her. Each page is dedicated to a certain lady with a lovely photo, and the person had to write down her words of wisdom for my friend before she enters married life. My advice was do things her own way, and don’t get too swept up in all the ‘good advice’ everyone will try to bestow upon her. One of her friends joked to me that her secret to a happy marriage was to have two tellies.
We don’t have a TV in our house. When we moved here just over three years ago we decided to Freecycle our clunky old one and replace it with a flat screen. We didn’t order it right away and got swept up in life. A few weeks passed and we realised we didn’t miss the telly one bit. In fact we really enjoyed watching what we wanted to on catch up or DVDs on the laptop. It’s not that we’re anti film or programs by any stretch of the imagination, we just don’t like being sold to by the advertisers every five minutes.
When our 4yo was at the height of her middle of the night hours long meltdowns just after her sister was born, I would often plonk her in her high chair and let her watch endless Peppa Pig while I sat and fed. Or had a shower. Or stared into space. Then it dawned on me one day that for a non TV owning house, she was watching far too much of it! So we scaled it down and nowadays they have one to two hours of cbeebies in the evening while I get their dinner ready, and while they eat. It’s their little routine, and it works for us. It means I can be in the kitchen organising all the meals. Or tidying up the chaos that is our living room. Or feeding the baby.
I’m not entirely sure watching the telly while eating dinner is a great habit for my kids to have, but I like to think it’s a temporary measure while they’re so small. I guess in the absence of an extra set of hands during the witching hour, the TV is my baby sitter. So the answer has to be no, I can’t live without it.
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