Day 8 without cable tv... What the hell was I thinking?!?

Just in time for the coonery known as the TO and OchoCinco shows, I had decided to remove cable television from my life. I unplugged the box , drove to the mall and handed it over to the TWC rep. Just like that I quit the drug that left me with less brain cells each day. It was a sudden decision; something that I can probably blame on the Vodka Summit that I just so happened to attend on the evening before. Either way here I am, going through withdrawals.

Day 1 wasn't so bad, but afterall I barely spent more than 3 hours awake at home. But when the boy returned from his visit with the grandparents last weekend that is when the sweats and itching began. He went into his room and turned the tv on as normal but unbeknownst to him there would be no Yo Gabba Gabba waiting for him. He looked at the snowy receiption in amazement then proceeded to turn the channels almost as if it were a fluke of some sort. Once he realized that the same boring show was on all the channels he shrugged his shoulders, turned off the TV and proceeded to attempt the same process on the other 2 TVs in the house. On that day I was grateful for the "Let's meet the numbers" DVD. It seemed to capture his attention and he showed immediate interest in pointing out numbers to me everywhere he could find them.

However, fast forward to day 7 and I am no longer known as Mommy but as the jungle gym sitting on the couch. As I attempted to take an online assessment for class the boy determined that jumping and climbing on me was way more exciting than watching ANY DVD. I tried to fool him with outdoor activities (i.e. riding his bike, going to the pool, playing catch with the dog), and yet I was the one that ended up the fool. No sooner than returning in doors I became the designated playground. This eventually led to me putting the boy in bed at 8:30 with a Curious George DVD on repeat, and a stern warning that if his narrow behind got out of the bed for any reason other than to use the potty he and my belt would be getting acquainted.

Well to say that I felt guilty after that exchange would be the understatement of the year. I as we speak have decided to give in the television obsession by placing an order with DirecTv for service and purchasing a Wii. However, the fast will continue until August 1st. Does this mean that I am less of a sucker because I'm making him wait 2 weeks?