Where's the Remote?

Before having children, I remember thinking that I would never use the television as a form of babysitting. I also remember thinking how awful those parents were that used television in that capacity. I was so naive.

I not only admit to using the TV as a means to entertain the kids so I can focus on whatever it is I need to do, I use it as a means to settle them down. The TV has an effect on my children that puts them into a trance. So when they are loud, jumping on the furniture and tackling one another, the TV serves as a means for me to real them in. That glazed look in their eyes is such a beautiful sight. I know...pathetic. At least I am brave enough to admit this loving addiction I have to the TV. Hopefully that counts for something.

Because of our close relationship with the TV, the remote is a sacred object. When we lose the remote, it is a family emergency. If it didn't sound so outrageous, I'd consider implementing an emergency plan. Life as we know it is paused until we can locate the remote. The power the remote weilds is like a magic wand. It's beautiful. I think there is a tear in my eye.

Now the dilemna is that the TV in our family room is dying a slow and painful death. It's so bad that the kids are trained to hit the TV everytime the picture goes out. We don't even have to ask them to do it anymore. We are trying to be frugal, but we really need a TV that works - for the kids, for me, for my sanity.

So if you have any suggestions on TVs, I am open!