This is not a post about art. It's not creative writing, it's not the pit crew, but it is the adventure, in a BIG way.
This week, my family and I have challenged ourselves to cut the TV out of our life. We're up to day 6 of no TV. (In fact the original agreement was one show each per week, but so far no one has actually asked for their show and I'm not pushing it!)
This week has been a very different one for us and I'm really surprised at the changes that we've already implemented in our lives - changes for the better.
We talk. To each other. And it turns out that when we aren't vegetating in front of the dreaded box we've actually got a lot to say to each other.
We eat meals together, sitting at the dining room table and not on the lounge room floor. The kids have thoughtful meals where they savour their food, instead of forgetting to eat because their minds are stewing from the bombardment of flashing lights and colours emanating from the TV.
After we eat, we clean up. Now this might raise a few WTFs, but when the TVs going, we usually put the cleaning up off until the next day. And it's usually my job. Usually, all the dishes get piled up on the sink and we gravitate back to the TV. Now, it all gets done. Everyone helps, everyone talks as we clean up. It's a family affair.
We play games. Together. The other night it was home made Pictionary and we had a ball. (Particularly as, if you make up your own words for the game, you can include slightly naughty ones like "fart" just for an added giggle.)
We listen to the kids read. Miss 10 reads for a little while before bed to the whole family. The story at the moment is by Randolph Stow, called "Midnite" - heartily recommend it as a read for the whole family.
There's no stress, there's heaps of time to get the things done that need to be done, there's time to talk and time to relax. If we want to hear the news we turn on the radio. There's more music in the house, and even more laughter.
My only wish?
That we'd turned off the box sooner.