Wuthering Hyders

Not-so-super Nanny



I've come to the conclusion, not for the first time, that my children watch far too much television. Although, it's one of the things that keeps me sane. My live-in babysitter. I should likely be ashamed, but if the programs they're watching are educational it's different, right? It's investing in their futures. They learn science, geography, foreign language, and countless life skills.

Still, every so often, there are things that make me question my dependence on TV Nanny. When the kids start quoting infomercials, for instance. Abby was taking a bath today and I overheard her talking about her doll's hair. She said it was so smooth and silky, she must have used the InStyler on it. Oh, boy. I've created a monster.

I should just be thankful they aren't in charge of buying things in this house. We'd be buried in Shamwows, Green Bags, Bendaroos, Paperonis, Snuggies, and goodness knows what else. They're convinced that they NEED everything they see on the television. If only I could harness this power somehow... Put myself on the TV whenever I want them to do something. They'd probably actually listen to me for once. With my luck, I'd probably manage to leak through to every television set in a three county radius and be too humiliated to ever leave the house again.

Thus, I must try harder to entertain my children in a more constructive way. In spite of their urges to be DE-structive. Do things the old-fashioned way. Play outside more or make blanket tents in the basement. TV Nanny will have to deal with being used a little less. Not that she works all that hard to begin with. The kids are hardly a captive audience. It's a miracle if they sit still for half an hour at a time. I just hope the Ritalin gives me the edge I need to have a hope of keeping up with them!