Dear Mr. Television,
I’m sorry, but I think it’s time for us to break up. It’s not you, it’s me. Actually, no, it really is you. Your a sneaky you-know-what, and I’m now wise to your devious ways.
You claim to help me out by watching my kids for me so I can get more done around the house. But since I took a break from you a week ago, I’ve found it a million times easier to get things done. I know, it defies all logic, but it is true. Hours will go by before I hear a peep from my kids, they’re so involved in their playtime. Not so with you, with you they continue to come to me asking for drinks, or food, or manage to fit in a wrestling match that I need to break up in between shows. I have to stop what I’m doing every 5 minutes to attend to some “want” or to referee.
You claim to provide mindless entertainment for a period of time, giving us all a much needed break. But once we spend time with you, we don’t feel like doing much else.
You fool us into thinking we’re spending time as a family just by being in the same room.
You suck away at our time without us even realizing it.
No, I’m sorry, there’s nothing you can do. A call was already put in yesterday, there’s no going back now.
You’ve seen more then enough of my kids faces, now it’s my turn. I’m going to be the one entertaining them from now on.
Sincerely,
CamCam’s Mommy
