Last week we got rid of TV. Since then, the kids have been melancholy. Steve and I will find them playing tic-tac-toe by themselves while their Kix cereal congeals into a lone, milky mass of yellow goo, each piece indistinguishable from its neighbor. Either that or they're on the driveway, biking around and around in too-small circles, helmet low, eyes cast downward. Repeating mumbled, incoherent phrases. Maybe an expletive thrown in from time to time? Directed at us? We're not sure.
But, let's be real. It's gone well. You've heard me wax at length before on my desire to live on a commune (and then you've heard me wax at length on Bachelorette commentary. Hypocrisy! There, I admitted it.). So, when Steve was going through a massive pile of bills and came across our Verizon one, he threw his hands up in the air. "I'm sick of this!" I agreed. So, a quick phone call to Verizon, and poof! Channels be gone.
When I called, Verizon-man was confused. I don't think many people call to totally eliminate the TV portion of their "bundle." "What can I help you with today?" "We'd like to get rid of TV." "You'd like to downgrade your TV portion?" "We want to get rid of the TV portion." "You want to do WHAT?" "We want to stop watching people live their lives (except Monday night's on ABC) and live our own." I think I said something about wanting to drink wine in Italy and he laughed. He was a really good sport.
It's been a little over a week now, and it's going really well. To be honest, we didn't watch much of it. William will miss Whale Wars and Lindsey will miss Phinnias and Ferb. I'll miss watching the Bachelorette while it airs (catching up online as soon as I can Tuesday morning) and Steve will miss the occasional documentary. We weren't huge TV-offenders to begin with. So, it just made sense. And, I'll be honest, it feels good. A little slap in the face of the whole "keeping-up-with-the-Joneses" thing. Next, we're giving up showers and I am DONE shaving my armpits.