So... yeah, the television. I have a weird relationship with it. On the one hand I love it, and I want to write it poetry about how grateful I am that it allows me 15 minutes to drink a cup of coffee in peace while entertaining my child with singing puppets. On the other hand, every second that it's on while Iwan is awake makes me feel like a lazy, wretched, excuse for a mother. So in order to try and reconcile these feelings, I try not to have kids shows on. I mean, the news isn't bad, right? Surely there's some educational value to Homes Under the Hammer, yes? No... no there isn't.
The thing is, Iwan is 11 months old, he can't really follow a storyline, so for him there's not a huge difference between CSI and Postman Pat. Sure, the bright colors and songs of children's programming will induce him to look at the screen a bit longer than otherwise, but he'll still look up from his toys and clap and dance when the theme to The Wright Stuff starts playing, which tells me that to him TV is TV. And, oh television, you've become too much of a crutch around here.
Pregnancy is my main excuse, and granted I don't have the same amount of energy I had even a few weeks ago, and so while putting the telly on when I need a 15 minute break would certainly be understandable, it doesn't go very far to explain why I leave it on as "background noise." We just plain have it on too much these days. It needs to go.
Ok- so not the whole television. But the screen time needs to be drastically cut back before we start setting a bad precedent. The reality of it hit me like a ton of bricks this morning when I noticed Iwan wasn't even listening to me read him one of his favorite books, but was staring at a news story on BBC Breakfast (that was on just as "background noise")- ooff, bad mommy.
So TV- we're officially on a break. I'm going to try keeping you turned off between the hours of 9-5 for a few weeks. I love you, but I'm not in love with you, and quite frankly, there's somebody else.