One of the things that bothered me most about the whole family being sick this week/weekend has been the amount of TV we’ve let the Noodle watch.
Now, we’ve let the kid watch a little TV for a while now–a little Yo Gabba Gabba, a smidge of Olivia, maybe some Dinosaur Train. And that god-awful Fresh Beat Band, which he just seems to love (he does his patented little shimmy shake dance. It’s adorable, or would be if the music didn’t claw at my brain so). But really, we’ve tried to cap his watching at one, MAYBE two shows a day, and not necessarily even that. There are many days that are TV free entirely. Sure, there have been some little blips where tv has featured a little more heavily, but by and large, we limit things.
While we were all sick though? Put Yo Gabba Gabba on repeat for all we cared, as long as it meant no one had to move very much.
I think the kid watched more TV this past weekend than in his entire existence prior. But when everyone is sick, when we’ve all got chills and aches and fuzzy heads–what’s a family to do? I’d love to be the kind of person who can buck up and put my own misery aside to make sure my child is not falling into the clutches of the magic glowy box, but let’s be honest–I’m just not. And when, as parents, our tag team capabilities are down for the count–magic glowy box it is.
It’s my fervent hope that the times that we’ll all be sick at the same time will be few and far between. Until then? At least the magic glowy box babysitter doesn’t charge $12 an hour.