TV is really convenient and we wanted it back
A couple of months ago Hubby and I decided to get rid of cable. Ever since we moved to Augusta six and a half years ago we’ve never had anything more than NBC, ABC, CBS, PBS and Fox--those that came in the most basic package we could buy. But with the HD channels that came along with it, we got extra PBS stations, and that gave us cartoons almost all day long, which is all we really needed: a way to sit our children in front of the TV at any point that I needed. You know, any time that I needed a break, Word Girl or Wild Kratts would be there for me to focus my childrens’ energy on something other than squabbling with each other.
But then our HD channels got taken away as the price kept increasing, so Hubby and I decided to stick it to the man and not watch any live TV at all! That’ll show them! I mean, we have Netflix, so couldn’t we just survive off that?
Maybe the first or second day of life without TV I ran into a guy from Sunday school and told him our news. I don’t know why I told him about our decision to take away all channels from our home; maybe because you tend to unload the saddest stuff that is new to your life? He suggested I write a series of columns on how our family deals with life when no live TV comes into your home; you know, probably something along the lines of the five stages of grief capped at the end with acceptance.
Well, let’s just say that TV is really convenient and we wanted it back, so we caved and locked ourselves into a contract with satellite last weekend. There was never any acceptance in our lives of networks not feeding into our home.
On Sunday afternoon Hubby and I plopped ourselves on the couch to enjoy mindless TV when he said, “I think this is what you should write about.” Basically: how the Foxes enjoy TV too much. Two people suggested I write about our TV habits, so here we are!
So, hey! The Foxes have joined the rest of you and we now have more channels than we know what to do with and we have a DVR with the possibility to record more shows than we will ever have the time to watch. A little greedy and a little scary.
One of the first things Hubby did with the satellite was go through and restrict the channels that the children could freely watch without a code. Right now they can watch PBS with abandon, but only PBS. G said to his father, “I was surprised to find that Brave and Freebirds was locked.” Two movies we’d totally let them watch again, but we’re worried about all the junk and sass that might sneak in under a seemingly innocent rating, so yeah, they must ask us to put in the code before they can watch Brave or Freebirds. Which means every time the final reveal is happening on one of my HGTV shows I have to put in the code to watch the next episode, but right now it’s worth it.
I don’t know, you guys. This week we haven’t watched too much more TV than we did the other six and a half years when we only had around 10 channels (other than Wednesday afternoon when I sat and enjoyed a marathon afternoon of a buying and selling show on HGTV), but I think these options are a good thing? That’s what I’ll tell myself for the next two years every time I open the satellite bill.
Erin Fox is a busy wife and mother of three. She is a weekly columnist for the Times- Gazette.