Watching may be the wrong word but the television was always on, forming the background of my life as I trudged zombie like from task to task. In the early days it provided quasi human contact, the chance to hear another human voice. It was a link to the outside world, reminding me that, for some, life went on.
It was not long before the mindless daytime programmes morphed into mindless children’s programmes and from that point onward the only adult (meaning not children’s) television that could be watched was after Small had gone to bed. I had done an excellent job at training Small that the television should always be on and now that he was in control it would be showing programmes he liked. I was on permanent channel changing call until I managed to train him to use the remote.
I console myself that Small has not turned into an addict. He does not spend all his free time stuck in front of the television. He’s discovered YouTube on his phone now. This is much better because it leaves the television free for me! At least it would if I wasn’t out ranked by Smalls 2 & 3.
Not so much a parenting guide full of advice, more the reality of parenting kids and being a house husband and father, written by a stay at home dad to three children.
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