I hate video games. HATE THEM. If you’ve followed the blog for a while, you know this. My boys had a Wii and each had a DS. Unless it’s a lazy Sunday, a road trip, or I am sick, they have always been limited to 30-45 minutes of game time per day.
Santa brought them an XBox for Christmas. Santa didn’t want to do that but all three of them asked for it. Together. And when your almost-12-year-old asks Santa for something, Santa better deliver ‘cuz you know it’s going to be last time.
Since bringing this box of destruction into my home, the game time has increased significantly. I am totally at fault. We traveled all of Christmas break, so when school resumed I cut the kids some slack and allowed them to play with their Christmas gifts for unlimited amounts of time once their homework and chores were done.
That was over 3 weeks ago.
They’ve been on that damn box incessantly. And guess what? I’ve let them! You know why? Because I’m busy and it’s easy!! They play TOGETHER for hours quietly so I’ve ignored the nagging “get them off that damn game” whisper in my head.
This past weekend, I had to shut it down. We had beautiful weather. My boys are outside boys– always out on bikes, ripsticks, skateboards and scooters. This weekend, they attempted to sit their pre-pubescent asses in the playroom in front of the XBOX on a gorgeous Saturday. I unplugged it.
I reinstated Mom Law and advised them that their cyber-holiday is over. Back to 30-45 minutes per day AFTER homework, outdoor play, chores and showers.
Number Three is an early riser. Almost always up by 6 a.m. I am an insomniac. I don’t sleep. When I do get sleep, I don’t like to be woken at 6 a.m. with requests of waffles and socks. We’ve long let Number Three watch TV or play video games when he wakes up AFTER he gets dressed, brushes his teeth and makes himself breakfast if we are still sleeping.
Last night I didn’t sleep. Went to bed at midnight. Woke up at 4:15. At 5:00 a.m. I gave up on catching any more Z’s and got up. I made a cup of coffee and let the dog out. The playroom light was on. I looked in there. Number Three- totally dressed, playing Minecraft on the XBOX and eating a waffle. At 5:02 A.M.!!!!!
Oh my God! What are you doing?? How long have you been up?
I dunno. Maybe an hour.
Dude!! It’s FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING… You’ve been up since 4:00??? You cannot do this!
I didn’t know what time it was. I unplugged my clock.
So, once again, I have unplugged that devil box. I gave Number Three the option to A) go back to bed B) clean the playroom or C) Read.
He’s reading. I’m writing. It’s going to be a long day for both of us.
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