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Sunday, May 11, 2014
What we did instead of Eurovision
My family must be really dysfunctional. It's Saturday night. It's Eurovision night. And my twitter feed suggests that everyone is watching Eurovision. Not only that, but they're watching it together, as a family. With wine and beer, and popcorn and chocolate. Shall I describe the scene here as the show starts?
I am taking a short break from the washing up and trying not to listen to the Tweenies video that Smiley is watching for the 10,000th time. My son is curled up on the sofa in his Den, playing a game on one of his consoles. I'm assuming that my eldest daughter is on her laptop in her room, relaxing after a busy working day coaching young gymnasts . I *think* I saw her since Smiley and I came home from the Club, but I'm not 100% sure. She has a kettle in her room, which means she feels very little need to leave it...
Family activities almost never happen now, with one grown up, and two battling teenage hormones. There's the occasional meal out, sometimes involving a walk out too. Visitors do bring us all together, especially if they're good cooks! My kids love visitors.
When we moved back here I had visions of family evenings relaxing in the living room playing board games or watching a DVD together. It didn't quite work out like that. I forgot that kids get older, and don't always want to do things with Mum.
When was the last time we all sat down to watch something as a family? Probably the X-factor circa 2010...
And Eurovision? Well I did watch it in the 90s. I was newly married with young children, Ireland kept winning it, and there was Riverdance too! As life got more crazy, I lost interest until twitter made it fun all over again. Now that's changed too. You can't just say what you think on twitter any more when everyone is watching TV together. Oh no! You have to be original, outrageous and witty. It's a popularity contest you see. And I don't mean the show.
So by 9 o'clock I hoped to have Smiley tucked up in bed. I'd be watching the telly on my own. And it wouldn't be Eurovision.
What happened? My son came in and joined me, and we watched the programme together and chatted through the ad breaks. An almost perfect Saturday night.