I bought a membership to John Rosemond's website a while back and decided to submit a question recently, which he answered. My question was what to do about Hunter who has been sneaking downstairs at night to play on his game cube, and I mentioned his other behavior issues. He will sometimes fall asleep at lunch or dinner because he is so sleepy, and sleep 6 or more hours in the day time. Here is his answer:
A: the obvious solution is to remove the video game from the home. they have no place in a healthy family environment anyway. you need to put a permanent end to this problem so that you can concentrate on the more pressing behavior issues. by the way, video games, says the research, are associated with low motivation, misbehavior, aggressiveness, underachievement, and short attention span. you are describing an addict, and the research clearly says they are addictive. get the heroin out of the house! today! now! do what i say! john
We did it, only we decided to be kinda sneaky like ol' Hunter. We showed him this answer and told him it would have to go. He was a little weepy, but said he at least wanted to sell it since he and Kyler had purchased it with their own funds. I explained that it really wasn't worth much of anything after their treatment of it, not to mention how old it is... Being busy with a newborn and all the other normal craziness around here, it took me a couple of days to get to it, and to ultimately decide exactly what to do. I got out a hammer and had Dean go at it, containing it all in a box. I put the box back where the game cube had been and left it there for Hunter to find.
The next day he didn't say anything about it until later in the day, as he and Kyler marveled about it and accused me of being the culprit. I denied it. We actually had a spare unit, that I think I picked up for $7, and they got it out and hid it under the spare bed in Tristan's room. I had them retrieve it and they begged me not to destroy it. Once Dean was home Hunter really got excited, accusing us of doing it and carrying on, trying to choke back the tears. We continued to deny it, just as he denies every misdeed of his life, even as we catch him with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. He admitted that he had come downstairs in the night to play and found it destroyed. It warmed my soul to picture him slinking back to bed unsatisfied. I had removed the cord from the TV as well, and locked the computer so he couldn't do either of those things during the night.
There hasn't been a word about it today. I forgot to take a picture of the destroyed unit before it went out with the trash. I've hidden the spare one; maybe it will make an appearance in a year or two. He's password protected out of the Wii, so he can exercise or whatever when he's supervised, but that's it. I hope the saga is over.