All day long I squawk at the boys, "FIND SOMETHING TO DO." I'm forever shooing them away from TV sets and video games all week and offering to help them figure out what to do if they're so bored. The minute I think I have them settled into an activity, I turn away to try to accomplish something myself (because I, unlike them, have no shortage of THINGS TO DO) and I hear the electronic theme music from the Wii. And we're back to step one where I'm shouting "TURN OFF THE DAMN SCREEN AND FIND SOMETHING TO DO!"
Because it's summer vacation and for the love of all things holy we live in Wisconsin where you're snowbound for 6 months out of the year with nothing better to do than zone out in front of a screen.
So, last night Mr. T, Mr. B and I rolled in from karate class and found Mr. G (guess where! You'll never guess ...) in front of the TV. He'd discovered WWE and was ecstatic. The holy grail of male entertainment. Comic book heroes and villains, and man-on-man violence come to life. In other words, Nirvana.
The gang starts school next Tuesday, so I had this foggy notion that we'd get to bed kind of early all week in a feeble attempt to put our bodies on a schedule. After the next commercial break, I told Mr. G (and now Mr. B who sat beside him, breathlessly watching the drama play out on Live Television!) to shut her down.
Upstairs we went and on went the jammies and in went the toothbrushes. And then?
Those knucklehead kids started TO PLAY. In their room. They dragged out the dusty Brio train set and began laying track. Mr. G stacked pillows and began practicing the pile drive move he'd learned from Sin Cara. Together they giggled, talked, stacked, arranged and PLAYED.
Just like I'd been begging them to all day long.
You can imagine my conundrum--remind them that they had all day to goof around and do these things and now it's time for bed OR close the door and let them play it out. But school starts next Tuesday and I have an obligation to get these goobers on a schedule. On the other hand, they'll get off schedule over Labor Day weekend when we have plans. It's so hard being a mom, I tell you.
You bet I told them good night, shut the door and went to bed. I think they played until about 10:30 before they dropped. I guess some battles aren't worth the fight.