About two weeks ago our TV went kaput. Belly up. D-I-E-D DEAD.

I thought that would be a good opportunity to see how we functioned without it.

A week later they still unconsciously hit the button and it doesn’t come on. They don’t really notice anymore though.

I do. I so, definitely do.

I really need that down time or I go ape-shit-bat-crazy-nuts. They don’t take down time on their own so the only morning rest I get now is.. none.

I have been able to get Warren to lay down and nap, but I end up napping along with them because I’m so dead tired of reprimanding all morning.

“Stop hitting!” “Don’t push your brother!” “Stop jumping off the couch please.” “I’d rather not be jumped on, thank you.” “If you don’t stop whining mommy might jump through the patio door!”

So, I think we’ll be replacing the TV asap. Otherwise mommy might have a mental breakdown.