I am quite a TV addict if you happen to look at my twitter timeline. I love nothing more than cracking open a boxset on Netflix or watching and commenting my way through my favourite programs – Eastenders, Holby City and In The Night Garden.
It gives me peace, quiet and the opportunity to have a wee in peace.
I really tried to be one of those people who don’t use the TV as a babysitter, but that lasted about a day. I really don’t think a bit of TV is that bad. Sometimes you just have to do what you need to do to get through the day, and some days are TV days.
The TV is a portal to a world of sing-songy voices, happy smiley people, and subliminal messages which captivate children and means they stay still or at least don’t cry every time you leave the room.
This week, we moved house, and this weekend was the first one we had in our new home.
Sorting out the TV and plugging my best friend into its lovely aerial, we switched on and I waited for the magic to start.
We didn’t have an aerial in the attic. Sort of need one to get a picture usually.
No cbeebies! No Eastenders!
My Dad was swiftly called upon to come and sort out an aerial, and in fact help me buy one. This was a priority of grand proportions.
Whilst I waited for my Dad to sort the aerial out, I had an idea. Broadband! Ha! However for some reason it was only functioning at 15 thingamajigs and it kept freezing on the ipad. My back up was a dud.
What the hell was I going to do now? I was stuck in a half unpacked house with no TV for 12 hours whilst my partner was at work and my Dad was in my attic.
The silence was noticeable. Bubs kept looking at the screen and pointing. “No TV” I would say, trying to keep cheerful.
We played. We read books, we sang songs. We went up and down the stairs. We danced in the kitchen. We ate lunch, and had drinks. We ate biscuits. We tidied up toys and threw them out of the toy box again. We built towers and walls of Megabloks. We sang some more. We danced some more. We went to the toilet together; we shared my Tea, my lunch, my biscuits.
I loved this time with her, don’t get me wrong, and I do play with her like this when we usually have TV. But not normally for 4 hours straight. I’ll admit it; I was flagging. I was missing my friend, my friend who meant I could lie on the sofa just for a few minutes, and drink a drink to myself without any baby washback.
Eventually, I had a brainwave.
I wasn’t too sure if I should really do it. It was an ingenious and yet stupid thing to do all at once.
I found a DVD I had bought months and months ago. A DVD I kept for emergencies just like this. But once it was on, there was no going back.
Five minutes later, Bubs was mesmerised by the screen. A pink, snorting piggy was mesmerising her, and she was loving it.
Yes, I introduced her to Peppa Pig. All 11 episodes on the DVD.
But my cup of tea was lovely.
I am linking this post up with the Bad Mums Club hosted this month by Alison over at Not Another Mummy Blog