Some parents are really amazing and actually never do this. The rest of us sometimes do, while feeling torn between elation that we can sleep/blog/cook dinner/poop alone for a few minutes, and the guilt that we should not let a screen mesmerize and hypnotize our precious children. In these moments of weakness, we choose to sleep/blog/cook dinner/poop and let the TV watch our children.
What ended up happening instead is that the children fought over watch to watch and how to use the remote and I found myself shouting directives from the bed: "PUSH THAT CIRCLE BUTTON THAT WILL TAKE YOU BACK TO THE NETFLIX MENU. NO. THE CIRCLE. DID YOU FIND IT? OKAY. NOW PUT ON LINCOLN'S SHOW. NOT YOUR SHOW. LINCOLN'S SHOW. STOP BANGING YOUR SPOON ON THE TABLE."
My kids are at that cusp-of-independence age. With a bowl of cereal at the table and a remote, I might be able to catch that few minutes of sleep. Might. Then the fight moved from one electronic babysitter to another and I had to give up
Apparently, it's very challenging to let your little brother watch you play alphabet games on the iPhone. Just...too much.
I learned this morning what I already suspected: technology can't watch my children like I can.