Everybody was angry with me. I was a bit upset with myself right about now. I’d been overly protective, as usual.
The children were sneaking in to watch some stupid cartoon that was popular at school. Sneaking! I thought they were better than that. I’d checked it out when I first heard about it concluding it was on the raunchy side. Too raunchy for my third and fourth graders. I understood peer pressure, but I knew other mothers who banned it too. They wouldn’t be alone in their ignorance of the show. Matter of fact I was sure they’d get daily playbacks from friends and the only thing they’d miss was the actual, visual show. Soon the popularity would pass and everyone would move on. But it hadn’t.
As well as daily dramatic whining from both about how they were the “only ones” who weren’t watching it, I finally realized that if I ran out to the store when it was on, it was sneakily turned on... I was livid!
Now of course, I see I went too far. In my tirade, over “minding” and “sneaking,” I took the television remote and hid it! Nobody was watching TV unless I knew about it and approved of what was being watched! It was mostly for show, they could still just push the buttons on the TV. But they knew I meant business!
It’s been a week. Apparently, they don’t make that TV anymore, and none of the “universal” remotes you can buy are compatible.
My husband is tired of getting up every time he wants to change the station. He just went out to buy a new TV.
When I hid it, I do remember thinking, “They’ll never find it in here.” I just can’t seem to remember where “here” is.