The first couple weeks of summer vacation, I completely gave up on any rules we had about TV watching and video game playing. I figured, what the heck, let them lie around for a few days and do what they want. I thought at some point that they would get sick of watching the same episodes of shows they have seen three times and would decide to, you know… MOVE.
I don’t know how to put this delicately… I was dead freakin’ wrong. Every time I would ask them to turn off the TV, they would conveniently not hear me, then scowl like I had just demanded that they eat toilet slime and worms. That was all they wanted to do. ALL. THEY. WANTED. TO DO. (The TV part, not the toilet part.)
Today, I couldn’t take it anymore. I said, “TURN THE TV OFF AND PUT DOWN YOUR VIDEO GAMES AND GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY.”
the stinkiest stink eye from Jane.
whinewhinewhinewhine some more.
Five minutes after they went outside, Bennet came back in and said something along the lines of “There’s nothing to do!”. And I snapped.
Just a little.
And I said, “RIDE YOUR BIKE, CLIMB THE DOME, HAVE A TETHER BALL TOURNAMENT, CLIMB TREES, SWING ON THE SWINGS, PLAY BASKETBALL, PLAY SOCCER, PICK BERRIES, PLAY WITH THE CHICKENS, CLIMB ON THE HILL, HIT TENNIS BALLS AGAINST THE HOUSE, PLAY TAG, PLAY HIDE-AND-SEEK, LAY IN THE SHADE AND READ A BOOK, WEED THE GARDEN, DIG FOR BUGS, BUT GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND DO NOT COME BACK IN UNTIL LUNCH.”
And because I said all of that in one breath with clenched teeth and crazy eyes, he suddenly felt inspired to back out of the room as slowly as possible. Then he disappeared. I found him three hours later in the chicken coop.
Do you remember when we were kids and all we had to play with was like, a square patch of dirt and one tree and we would still play outside for 10 hours a day? Dang, I’m starting to wonder if my kids have absolutely no imagination.
Anyway, so they were outside all day long. It was glorious.
Kitty’s Nana addiction is becoming severe. (Nana is what she calls her blanket. Don’t ask me.) She can’t leave the thing. She knows that she’s not supposed to take Nana outside, so today she told me, “Nana wanted to see the chickens!”. Like, how could I refuse such a request?
And then, “Nana wants to play on the dome!”, so she threw it over a bar and squealed, “LOOK, MOM! Look at Nana!!!”.
She insists on having it anytime we are driving somewhere in my piece-of-doodie-minivan-which-has-no-AC-because-we’re-too-cheap-to-replace-it. So, I have sweat pouring off of me, my pits smell like something that died, and I look in the rearview mirror and she is snuggled up with Nana in her carseat. It makes me want to barf.
Bennet spent most of the day snuggling with his rooster, because he knew someone was coming to buy him this afternoon.
And the rooster let Bennet hold him for hours. It was the weirdest thing. Then Roosty went to live with a new family and Bennet cried his eyes out. Poor boy. We will miss our goofy looking bird. But, not the constant crowing that started at 5 a.m. and continued until dark. That was not cool.
And guess what the girls told me at dinner tonight!? “Today was really fun, Mom!” Seriously.
And so maybe I will light the TV and all electronic devices on fire.*
*Except my iphone. I freakin’ love my iphone.**
**But, seriously… do not call me on it. Thankssosmuch.