Anyway, tangent-lady, I put the tv on and sat at my computer for quite a long stretch. I made him a plate of food that he could sit and eat on the floor in front of said tv, and I paid the cartoons extra to babysit my kid. And he's not even 2. Look, this never happens. I mean, yes, my kids watch tv, but I use it as a decompressing agent after school, or a boredom cure for rainy days, or a get-the-hell-out-of-the-kitchen tactic when the kids insist on snacking WHILE I'm making dinner (then proceed to not eat dinner). I felt a little bad about it, but I got a ton of work done, and Easton survived, and that is my Tuesday night confession.
Haters just wanna be hatin.