Yes, I have officially gone crazy, just as my dad predicted. You may send chocolate and coffee to the Funny Farm.
I'm sick of the TV taking over our lives. I think about it all the time, as a reward for me, as something to do while I nurse, while the baby naps. The kids plan their days around their shows, especially now that we have the converter box and 24-hour cartoons on Qubo.
So I'm instituting a no-TV week (well, 5 days, which is all I can handle, and withholding Saturday morning cartoons is just cruel). I chose this week because Aron is off work and he can get a taste of what I do all day. A little background: he didn't have a TV the whole 3 years we dated, so he could not care any less about the TV and is on my butt about the kids watching too much anyway.
My prediction is that by the end of the week we will be BEGGING the kids to go watch some TV.
So the plan is to play games with the kids, read to them, homeschool in an unschooling way, go to the park, walk to the library, do a toy purge.
I'll keep you posted ... ha! Get it? POSTed! Anyway ... tough crowd out there.