Aside from those two little throw-away entries the other day, I’ve been pretty negligent of the blog lately. It’s not like I’ve been off scaling Mount Kilimanjaro or skiing in the Swiss Alps, or even using the tickets to that thing I love.” I’ve been at home. Reading books, and. . . watching television.
The book is ruse; I only use it to pass the time between commercials.
Since leaving school, I’ve often been asked, “What are you going to do now?” Quite surprisingly, I’ve answered, “Nothing. I’m just going to do nothing”. In fact, the first day post-school, I dropped the girls off at their respective institutions, came home, brewed some coffee and sat. I sat, sat, sat. No TV, no book, no texting, no laptop. For about 45 minutes, I just sat and existed.
Lord, it was the hardest thing ever.
In my head, I ran through list after list of things I needed to do or could be doing. After about 15 minutes of listening to my id, ego and superego hash it out, I told them all to shut the hell up. I just gave in to the morning quiet, sipped my coffee and thought, “So this is what people think SAHMS do all day.” I could get used to this.
And then, I turned on the television.
The TV has been my undoing. I don’t consider myself a big TV watcher; I can count on one hand the shows that I watch (Nip/Tuck, Big Love, Big Bang Theory). Plus, we only have one TV, and two very small TV junkies (you know them as Mo and Co), so there isn’t a lot of watching going on unless I want them to look like this:
But, seeing as I’m an adult and can control myself (cue sarcasm detection device), I can have the TV on whenever I want. As a result, I have been glued to the television trying to catch up to the current season of “Lost“.
Seriously? Have you seen this show? Am I the only person on the planet who is late coming into this? Why hasn’t anyone told me that I would get sucked into a vortex of my own. I blame Christy — she blogged about it (and for the record, my vote in no particular order would be Jin, Sayid, and Desmond). Basically, my curiosity was piqued with a excavator and here we are.
I’m feeling like this show has my attention the way a certain *ahem* series of vampire novels did. I’ve turned into a dog on a bone with this. Somehow, I’ve downloaded all available seasons from Netflix. I find myself getting up early under the premise of folding laundry so that I can watch another episode. I make sure the girls get their afternoon quiet time so I can watch an episode. When DH comes to me, apologetically saying that he has to work late tonight or take a conference call after dinner, I gently kiss his face and say, “Don’t worry about it,” before scooting off to watch another episode.
I need help.
I think I’m going to unplug the television.
Who am I kidding?
I can watch it on Hulu.
