Pip and Sprout are "into" television these past couple of days, and I have to admit that I have given in to their requests more frequently than normal.
Maybe because I know that in just a couple of weeks it will be back to our school daze routine: no television during the week and bedtime right at 8:00. But I still feel guilty about not "engaging" with them every minute of the weeks we have left. Am I too selfish, too lazy, or what? Why is it that I forget about all the things we *do* do together (our vacation to the farm, the beach, trips to the park, collecting the acorns now falling, exercising our hermit crabs, going to the pool, having playdates, trips to the craft store, reading books on the front stoop, checking out books at the library) and remember only my "failings"? Sigh.
Some days I feel like the kids when Pip says, "This is the best day ever." Other times I feel a little less than a Good Mom when Sprout says, "If you died Mom, we'd still have Dad. That would be okay because he's awesomer. He throws us in the pool and jumps of the diving board with us." Need I remind you, dear daughter, that I have been the ONLY mom at the pool who has gone off the diving board. Hurumph. And never mind that dead part.
Do you ever have these feelings - television-related or not?