Made some more masks today.
It was a rainy day and we were inside for most of it.
I’m tired of being tired, tired of being stuck at home.
At the same time,
I’m glad to be home, glad to have time with my kids.
At the same time, I’m tired of their arguments,
tired of diverting their attention,
tired of coaxing, cajoling and bribing them
to read instead of watch TV
play outside instead of watch TV
play a game instead of watch TV
make art instead of watch TV.
The old saying goes
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
Maybe I should just start watching TV?
Before I met my kids’ dad I had been living on my own without a TV for years. When we were together I would periodically watch a show with him,
but I still preferred reading, writing, sewing and knitting to sitting in front of the boob tube. He left our marriage nearly three years ago, and I went back to my pre-marriage habit of never watching TV. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve chosen to watch Netflix over engaging in my preferred pursuits; I guess I’d just rather use my brain for other things. But boy do my kids love it! I don’t want them to have too much screen time; I feel like I’m letting them down when I allow them to sit there, zombified, watching the screen for more than an hour. I dunno. Maybe it’s time to allow myself a little down time?