On Sunday I did a very insane thing.
While visiting Alicia, we came to an agreement... no television during daylight hours (refresh my memory -- that is what we shook on, correct?).
Anyway, I kinda blew it already. I let the boys watch Dora while I made breakfast (the rule should be cartoons can be on until you've got a cup of coffee in your hands). I promptly turned it off when the show was over.
However, Griffin is sitting patiently on the couch, waiting for Mecca to be turned back on.
Sorry buddy. No television.
I would think that this would be my personal hell, but the house is wonderfully quiet, I don't feel like I'm loosing my mind and I'm oddly focused.
Perhaps this won't be a long, torturous month after all.