Mom, where are you? You’re missing. Are you in there? This isn’t like you. Where’s our mom? The one who is always going a million miles a minute. The one who ensures we are eating our fruits and veggies. The one who checks our rooms and chore list to make sure we’ve completed them adequately. Where’s the nag? Where is she? What have you done with her? Where’s the mom who makes us play outside and get exercise? The mom who always has a plan or a fun outing. A demand for our time. The mom who asks us to get dressed in the morning and gets dressed herself. Where is she and what have you done to her?
Was she kidnapped? Freaky Friday’d? Brain Swapped? Alien Invaded?
Nope. This mom has been SummerTimed and Minecrafted.
Summer break started on Monday and the very first day of break I caved and purchased Minecraft. Since that moment we’ve been sitting around in our underwear, eating easy foods, and frying our brains with the play of multiple electronic devices all at once. For hours and hours at a time. Killing off our brain cells. One complex cell at a time…fried.
Do I have mom guilt? No, not really. Mom guilt is highly overrated anyhow.
This is not normal for our family. We are usually so far upside down in activities (think three months of 3 different baseball teams) and appointments (OTs, PTs, Therapists, Neurospecialists, blah blah blah) that we barely find time to just be irresponsible. To enjoy the not-so-good for us activities that can be so much fun and oddly bonding.
I felt a twinge of guilt on day two of mining, crafting, and creeper hunting but quickly put that guilt to rest by having the boys take a 30 minute break to write a story about Minecraft (see I’m using Minecraft to encourage their writing abilities).
Day three I upped my mom game a little more and made chore lists and reading/writing requirements to be met before each hour of screen time. The boys were so anxious to get back to their games that I swear I traded in my filth-producing rascals for four speedy, cleaning superstars! Not to mention that Minecraft has provided me with some super awesome consequence ammo. Every one is on his best behavior because he wants to keep his screen time.
It’s Day four and it’s a little cold and rainy today. I’m also without a car. These are my excuses for the zombies I’m willingly creating and co-habitating with.
The fact that I’m now at the point where I’m making excuses lets me know that our mining and crafting days are about to cease. Mom is about to return. And in full mom force. Time to fish my clothes out of the closet and retire the cozy PJs. Time to ask the boys to bathe. Time to pull out a summer itinerary filled with real-life activities and real-life human beings. And time to put Minecraft back in it’s pre-addicted place.
Limited and Earned.
May the sun and fun-filled days of summer find all of you zombie and creeper parents out there. Happy Living.