You may not know this, but once a year America celebrates Screen-Free Week, a little piece of information you probably just read on the screen in front of you, which means you may or may not be terribly interested in participating. It's been through a few different iterations — the earliest being TV-Free Week in 1994, a concept that seems positively quaint now. If you want, you can use the same screen you're reading this on to go read all about Screen-Free Week on the website dedicated to getting off the internet for a while.
The concept of Screen-Free Week is basically that we all stop being screen-obsessed zombies for seven days at least, Jesus. I decided to try it with my own family because I'm apparently something of a sadist, and not a particularly smart one at that. So what happened when every Edwards switched their respective screens off? Chaos.
Chaos, failure and total suckitude.
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Day 1
My husband told me what I already knew on the very first day of our challenge, which was that it was going to fail spectacularly. He was on board anyway, but he was clearly trying to keep my hopes low. We decided to start off after school, switch off all of our devices and just soak up each other's company. So of course, my kid came home with a PowerPoint assignment to do.
Other challenges included dinner because I long ago purged every cookbook I ever owned (Why let them take up space? The internet exists, you know) and trying to navigate off-hours work. Dinner turned out to be sandwiches, so our family's usually long dinnertime chat turned into eight minutes of wordless chewing followed by blank stares. My daughter asked if she could go to bed early, and we let her because I actually had work to do that required me being online, and I didn't want to look like a total hypocrite.
I figured we'd adjust.
Day 2
We didn't.
I attempted to remedy the whole cookbook thing by picking up a few tomes at ye olde book house, aka the library, a place we actually know quite well. We go there a lot when we can detach our eyeballs from our screens. We got there around closing and my daughter saw a manga cover that reminded her she wanted to check for the newest installment in her favorite series but came back empty handed.
"Can you check and see if we can get it at [nearby town's] library?"
Nope. Sucks to be you.
She was disappointed, but not overly so, because when we got back to the car, my phone was beeping like crazy, a sign that my brother, aka the adult my child would happily forsake both of her parents for, was trying to get ahold of me. He does this: a machine gun series of texts, followed by four or five voicemails until I succumb to my migraine.
We don't have a landline, but I doubt that even if we did he would be anything less than just as lovably obnoxious in his attempts to make us talk to him. He lives across the country and we see each other every decade or so, though we speak practically every day. I answered finally and snapped that we were doing a screen-free week, to which he replied that he wasn't, and if I was going to suck, I should pass the phone to his niece. I caved, and the two of them along with my kid's cousin FaceTimed for about an hour.
So to say that we made it through the day screen-free would be a lie.
Day 3
I sort of touched on this before, but going screen-free means that work becomes exponentially more difficult for me and my husband because he works in tech, which requires an entire assload of screens to do, and I work remotely, which requires at least an internet connection and — shock of shocks — a screen to experience the wonders of the internet on.
I also work in hour bursts over the day. It's one of the cool things about working remotely — work when you need to, no need to be tethered to a desk all day. It also means that I had to give up my post-school hour block of work, so by the third day I was heading into a serious hole. Not only was my work piling up, but I was getting less sleep because I was sneaking screen time in for work after everyone went to bed.
So by this day, I was already falling behind and stressed out over work plus bone-tired and bitchy without my sleep. So when my kid asked if she could please for the love of God get online and mess around with Scratch to program a game she's working on, I relented before sneaking into my room and writing before taking a glorious impromptu nap.
Another fail.
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Day 4
A few days a week, I'm a sort-of den mother to a few other kids, and that's obviously awesome for my deprived child who now has additional people to help keep her occupied. I did explain to the extras that our family was trying out an experiment so please keep the TV off, and they all shrugged in what I took as agreement. They're all incredibly sweet, but three post-school girls with voices at post-school volume is a lot to bear on a little sleep, so I sent them outside.
They promptly charged back in and informed me that my yard was overcome with fire ants, because duh, Texas. I assured them the world was not ending, but at least one staunchly refused to return outside when she saw a wasp knocking into the back door, so I relented.
At this point, I had other mom garbage to do like schedule a surgery for my daughter, so I invited them all to give the dog a bath. They did, and after everyone went home I didn't really have time to miss screens and neither did my kid because we were busy cleaning up the afternoon's luxury dog spa.
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Day 5
I didn't even leave to get the kids from school before I'd cued up a two-hour movie for everyone to watch. Extreme failure.
Day 6
This day was actually fine. It started out questionably because my daughter takes guitar lessons with an instructor who uses an iPad to pull up the chords she should be learning and records the exercises for later, but we all agreed that didn't count toward screen time. I wasn't going to subject the outside world to the special form of torture, just my loved ones. Also, my daughter and one of her friends use this day to build and mod in Minecraft, and I had to nix that but that wasn't a huge issue.
We played tabletop games all afternoon and evening, but not because we were trying to take our minds off of screens. That's just what we do every week on this day. Of course, we couldn't play any games with companion apps, but that's what Monopoly is for.
Day 7
This is the day we officially gave up and just let the sweet radiation of our screens wash over us. It was raining, we had exhausted every craft in the cabinet, my daughter had read the books we'd picked up at the library, and everyone still sort of hated each other from the previous night's game of Monopoly. I threw the towel in and accepted defeat.
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So what did I learn from Screen-Free Week besides the fact that it's a sucker's week? Honestly, not much. I figured it would be challenging, but that I might come away from it with a new appreciation for my family and a desire to extend the week because my heartfeels would inspire me to be a better mom.
Instead, I ended up arguing with them about whether or not they should be able to: talk to family they never see face-to-face; engage in creative play; do a weird but supposedly fun version of math; cook a meal we liked and yeah, veg out a little. The only person who ended up more engaged was my husband, who wasn't able to check work email at home, but that's not even a result of Screen-Free Week. That's just my husband's piece of crap phone crashing the week before and him never bothering to hook it back up.
Going screen-free isn't as easy as it was in 1994 where all you had to do was shut off the TV and go outside. And even if it were, the fact that we have more screens now doesn't make me less likely to tell my kid to do exactly that. It just makes everything else harder. Screen freaks aren't the zombies that all of the PSAs make them out to be. They might not even be freaks. It's not a reflection of character that everything from guitar lessons to board games use screens. It's just a reflection of the tendency of time to move forward.
Not everything new that makes your life easier is bad. Indoor plumbing, for instance. I mean, no one's calling for a Flush-Free Week just because people used to get more exercise getting to and from the outhouse. So maybe let's stop pretending like screens are what's wrong with kids these days and just accept that they're here to stay.