My four-year-old (who was introduced to the Wiggles when she was two) loves them, my one-year-old is obsessed with them (they are known as "Bow-Wow" with the one-year-old because of the first song on her favorite DVD).
Okay, so it's not my dream job, but damn it would be fun to be stupid all day.
When I mean obsessed - I mean it. E (our one-year-old) asks for Bow-Wow on the "TD" ALL DAY LONG.
I have moved through this challenge in my life in the various stages of grief.
Denial - at first, I didn't think they could harm me. I planned on avoiding the Wiggles forever. Until my sister GAVE US the DVD's. I thought, "You know this really isn't necessary". Next thing you know, I was desperate - it was Saturday morning before anything started on TV (we don't have cable) so we popped it in. I tried to pretend it would be a one-time event and C wouldn't like it....it didn't work out that way.
Anger - I hated it all. I hated the songs, the dances, the members of the Wiggles, in particular I really hated Dorothy, the Dinosaur as her costume looked stupid (the teeth, the hat and her voice).
Bargaining - It begins to seep into your routine..."Okay, okay, we can put it in - only for ten minutes" or "It won't hurt, I can crash on couch or check my email while she listens to a few songs".
Depression - "This sucks, this really sucks, these damn songs are stuck in my head now"
Acceptance - Kids are fussing and/or driving me crazy...I start to smile and dance, "Anybody want to see the WIGGLES?!?!" You leave it on for awhile, even if the kids have moved on to toys.
Happiness - I critique their performances, even catch myself watching it as the my kids are playing with their toys. Half my day is spent with Wiggles songs in my head. I sometimes prance around to the songs with the kids. It doesn't feel right if the day ends with no "Bow Wow". Now, it doesn't bother me at all. I enjoy it.
God, help me, I enjoy the Wiggles.
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