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To some, it is an adddiction. To others, it is an occasional source of entertainment. Then there are those who think it is Satan’s means of controlling our minds. I tend to pendulate between the first two. Not that I enjoy watching television, myself. No, I’m more of the “bury my face in the bloggosphere” type. I do, however, depend heavily on the magical distraction that is television, between the hours of five and six o’ clock every evening. I flip on the ol’ boob tube and the kids come a runnin’! Then, I have a good hour to fix dinner, look over homework and take a deep breath before the home stretch I call “Bedtime Prep.”
Well that has all gone down the shitter. Our television set took a partial dive the other day, when it got hit by a flying plastic fork. We could still see fragments of the picture, so it was considered salvageable. Today, it suffered another blow and completely bit the big one. I’m left standing in my kitchen, wondering how the hell I’m going to cope. Hubby is gone to poker night. The kids have had way too much sugar and are playing mixed martial arts in my living room. I’m guessing that the television isn’t the only thing that will end up broken tonight.
My sister, who has two docile children and thinks that television is responsible for the demise of society, would say “Surely you can find some other way to entertain the children without the use of television.” I invite her and any other mother of a small and ammenable group of spawn, to adopt a few like mine and then tell me how she manages making dinner for nine, without the miracle that is Spongebob Squarepants. It is damn near impossible and far from enjoyable.
The truth is…I need television. It is a codependency that I have no shame in admitting and no desire to rid myself of. It helps maintain my sanity during one of the most difficult times of the day. It keeps my children from killing each other. It is the only way I will ever take another road trip with my children, to any location farther than one hour away. It is thirty seven inches of liquid crystal deliverance and I stand witness to the relief that it can provide every procreating woman of the free world. My name is Kadi (Hi Kadi.) I am a boob that needs my tube!
May 2, 2008 |
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RealWorldMom, Moms May 2, 2008 8:09 pm
Hi Kadi!
You’re not a boob! But I do totally understand needing your tube! Hope you can get another one soon!
Mr Lady, 30 Something May 2, 2008 9:00 pm
Screw the kids, man. LOST.
LOST!
trysh, Crafting May 2, 2008 9:19 pm
I may whine about the quality of TV nowadays, but I so totally identify with you here! Sometimes that hour is what saves the day and your sanity.
Hope that another TV is in your immediate future!
Melisa, Women May 3, 2008 6:35 am
TV has saved me more than once…