Scooby, Scooby Doo


A conversation recently popped up in my mom’s group about TV viewing habits. The views were all over the board from those who don’t even own a TV to those who bravely admitted that their TV’s were on all day.

We landed somewhere in the middle.

But it wasn’t always that way.

Back when I was a stay at home mom of one toddler, I could be found preaching on the evils of television viewing. I stated, quite vehemently that my children would never know all the words to the opening credits of The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. As for Spongebob? Not on my watch.

Then reality hit.

My reality, that is.

I had to go back to work. Suddenly, all the household chores I used to do during the day had to be done in the evenings. While I let some things slip, I prefer to wear clean clothes so I found myself turning on the TV for Joseph.

It started out as a little educational programming on Nick, Jr.

Then, when Elizabeth was born, my time was divided even more. Television viewing became part of survival when trying to get a baby to nap while keeping an active three-year-old from jumping off furniture.

Some women can do it. To them, I raise a glass. And stare in awe.

Let me tell you, ladies (and any gentlemen reading this), television is a slippery slope. By the time I realized what had happened, my son was watching Scooby Doo. I fought it at first, but then he told me all about the ancient Aztecs as learned from Velma and I realized it too was educational.


So now I’m a single mom who has changed her channel – er – tune. Everything in moderation.

What are the TV viewing habits in your house?