We had no TV for a month and survived.
The Toddler isn’t quite old enough to lie yet so when we asked him ‘who broke the TV?’ he raised his hand. Not to own up, more to blame it.
“My hand …” he said then rummaged through the toybox until he found the small yellow book that, in combination with the accused hand, had committed the terrible crime. But was it really that terrible?
Turns out we didn’t miss it. In fact, we rather enjoyed the peace that its absence brought to our household. No morning television to infect my brain with useless celebrity ‘news’ and increasingly ridiculous infomercials (pyjama jeans? really?). No reality television or US sitcom acting as background noise at night. And no kids’ tv themesongs on rotation in my head.
We even missed the Olympics.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I do like television. And our insurance company has now sent us a replacement. But after a month of silence we’re far more aware of how unnecessary it is. We don’t just switch it on out of habit and we’re now far more likely to keep it off at night while we read a book on the couch, play some Words With Friends or just talk … I know! Talk. Weird huh?
So, the TV stays (and sometimes stays off).
But that small yellow book has got to go!