Our week of no TV ended on Sunday. At first, no one remembered. Then the kids spent some time, but not a crazy amount, watching the shows they missed. Then the Vikings played had a game at 7:00. I was reading a book, and kind of watching. And all of a sudden, it was 9:15 and I hadn’t showered or started to get ready for bed yet. I had finished the book, and the game was pretty horrible. Every time I looked up there was a fumble or interception.

Monday was a little better. I watched one show with Lily and Austin, and then, after they went to bed, another show with Chris. About 45 minutes total. I was totally fine with that until I realized, as I was going to bed, that I 1) hadn’t written at all, and 2) didn’t even care about what I watched with the kids. It wasn’t bad. It was an old Seinfeld episode (Season 1, Episode 2, to be precise.) It just wasn’t anything I particularly needed to spend my time on.

If it was up to me, we wouldn’t have a TV. Not because there’s anything wrong with having one, but because I have a hard time using it mindfully. But, since Chris and the kids wouldn’t be down with having no TV, maybe it’s a good opportunity for me to practice intentionality.

And by “maybe” I mean: for sure.