The first time was pre-child during a hike in the mountains, as we'd reached the peak and decided to take a top-of-the-mountain break. There we were, the crisp cool air wooing us, with the majestic views of birds circling the cliffs, the bright blue skies, the puffy white clouds. I swear to you the oranges we packed tasted like perfection. And it was all too clear at those dizzying heights that we'd been spending too much time indoors. That first time, in that place, the decision to lose tv was easy.
And we didn't miss it...much.
The thing about our viewing habits is this: it's not that we don't enjoy watching shows, and movies, and sports...it's that all too often we waste time watching things we wouldn't normally watch just because IT'S THERE. And I'm the worst. It doesn't matter what it is or what it's about, there's a high likelihood that I will be addicted to it, that one episode won't be enough, that I'll start getting obsessed. I know this. And another thing that irritates me? We have a tendency to always have it on in the background, even when we aren't watching it.
Fast-forward a few years to NOW, with a five year old in the house. This time was MUCH harder.
And our provider was STRONG willed, whereas I was WEAK.
It reminds me alot of this episode of friends:
After calling and NOT quitting a few times (but getting discounted rates), we made the decision that it was really, for real this time, TIME. And I swore I'd be strong. Plus, unlike time number one, we had other sources besides just DVD's, there's Net Flix and other ways of getting MY BASEBALL. (Sadly, an obsession I can't go without.)
But even knowing all that, it was still harder. Because I had mommy guilt. Small son watches alot of his own shows and some of them are actually quite educational. But, all in all, at the end of the day, with summer just around the corner, knowing that instead of just flipping something on, we'd be more deliberate about it, that we'd CHOOSE what to watch and when, well, that's the thought that sealed the deal for me, the one that gave me the courage to do it.
So, at the moment, it's been about a week and a half. And it feels freeing. Do we miss it a little? Yes. But also no. Will I go back in a year or so? Probably. But in the meantime I'm enjoying the break. And cactching up on television shows on my own time. Which is nice.