Saturday Morning TV – Good Parenting?

I now understand why there is Saturday morning television (okay – now it is Netflix versus Saturday morning cartoons when I was a kid).  Our kids come bounding into to our room this morning at 6:40am, letting us know that it was time to get up.  They crawl into bed next us and we hope for a snuggle.  They have other ideas in mind including playing games that involved burrowing down under our sheets and jumping on each other and us.  Where.did.sleeping.in.go?  The solution so I could wake up slowly, have a lazy morning and enjoy my coffee-put them in front of Netflix for some Saturday morning television.  

Why do I sit here, in bed, drinking my coffee with parental guilt?  I should be relaxing, sippping my coffee and enjoying the few moments of peace and quiet before our crazy day filled with soccer games, bike riding, and house-packing commences.  Instead, guilt.  I should be out there, playing with my kids, reading them books, coming up with art projects.  Instead, I am allowing the television to act as my babysitter.  Good parenting, right?

I remember Saturday morning cartoons as a kid fondly though.  After a long week of school, playing with my friends and homework, waking up to watch some Saturday cartoons was something to look forward to.  Did it scar me?  No.  I recognize it is all about perspective.  Today, “screen time” is so prolific for our kids.  We try desprately to adhere to the no more than two hours a day, but in the land where we look at our iPhones and iPads for news, texting, reading a book, blogging and Facebook it is really hard to enforce.  Often times, what they do on our screens are play cool, educational games.  Is that bad?  or rationalization?

What is the balance?  The downside of it all is that television whether it be on Saturday or not, too much screen time makes our kids crazy.  At some point, they become whiny and demanding, wanting more.  We hold the line, and it becomes a battle that neither one of us want.  Jon and I look at each other and say, we have crossed the line. 

Anyone out there have the silver bullet?  If so, please share.  For now, I am laying in bed listening to the Octonauts in the background, blogging and drinking coffee. 

Sunday Mornings

The difference in Sunday mornings is one the biggest changes in life since kids. Jon and I went out last night and made it home by 11:30p. Late in our world, not even close to what Saturday nights used to look like. Without fail, the nights we are out late our kids wake up early the next day. It is like they know that mom and dad need the sleep more than ever and they are determined to show us who is boss. So, Matthew decided 5:30a was a good time to try to get up this morning. I laid in bed, listening to him calling for me on the monitor wishing for a mute button.

So, we were up. Instead of our historical morning news shows that were our pattern before kids, “Elmo Pottytime” was the program of choice this morning. And, pancakes instead of omlettes. And, playing princess, queen and castle instead of reading Facebook posts. My mom is here so right now she is playing more with the kids while I take a late-morning (oh wait it is only 9:15a) moment to drink my coffee, listen to the Avett Brothers and write a quick post.

You wonder what we did with our time before kids. Although they make me tired (3 cups of coffee in by 9am), the pure joy they exude when playing is a reminder to live in the moment. So, time for the moment. I am headed
back to go play princesses. I am certain that since I have been away for a moment, I have been demoted to squire or cook in the castle hierarchy.