I love the TV shows. Especially when they’re on Netflix or Amazon, because there’s no commercials and I hate commercials, unless they’re during the Superbowl, then I watch, only for the commercials because football is boring, even more than golf…well ok almost more than golf. whatever.
Anyway, the problem I have with tv is that I’ll finally watch a show that everyone else has been watching for YEARS, and because it’s been on for years, there’s 9 seasons available, and I get started and get hooked and while I’m trying to do what I’m supposed to be doing, my duties as Wife And Mother, Household Executrix, the show sucks me in and I go “bah, the floors will just get dirty again 10 minutes after I sweep and mop, so what’s the point” or “I’ll just shut the bathroom door and no one will notice.” until even *I* notice and then there’s all the guilt from abandoning my post…but at least I DO manage to get #4 to and from school on time, and dinner on the table, and the laundry done. Laundry’s easy…since gone are the black-kettle-in-the-back-yard days, and the washer and dryer are right around the corner from the tv and these days we have pause buttons and don’t have to rush through the commercials.
Isn’t modern technology grand?
Plus I’m all flabby from watching tv shows instead of schlepping stuff up and down the stairs and pulling weeds…except that pulling weeds etc sends my back into complaints then I have to sit in the chair with a heating pad for a couple of hours and watch tv while it recovers.
I do THINK about exercise. Mind over matter, or something. Last night as I laid in bed, I thought hard about sit-ups and chin-ups. really I did. and it almost felt like I was doing them, made me tired, and I went to sleep.
The thing with tv is this…we didn’t have it much growing up. Sunday nights we were allowed to watch Wild Kingdom and The Wonderful World of Disney, and occasionally Little House On The Prairie during the week but not always. Then, sometime during our middle school years, the tv was sold and we had none. No tv. We were the only people I knew without one, so I had to go to friends houses to see CHiPs. Which wasn’t very often. So now, 35 years later, I watch all the tv I can. I guess it’s kind of like the kid who never had the toys he wanted so now collects all those toys he never had.
I have to tell myself this:
Since the shows are on Netflix and Amazon, they aren’t really going away anytime soon and I don’t have to watch all of them in a row and neglect duties. I need to ration them. Maybe 2 shows a day- one in the morning when I take a 10am break for coffee, and one in the afternoon at 1pm lunch break. That would be more reasonable, right? And I’d get stuff done, and not have to commit to a 12-step plan for tv addicts.
I had the same issue with reading, when I was a kid (and had no tv). At night, I’d read a book and read and read and read then next thing I knew it would be 2am and I had to get up at 6 for school. Eventually I figured out that the contents of the book were not going to expire or change, and I could put it down at 10, go to sleep and be not-groggy the next day, and STILL keep up with the plot, since it didn’t change. I have to tell #4 that now, with his reading.
So, I need to tell myself that Meredith is STILL going to make terrible decisions about Dr. McDreamy, and Yang is STILL going to be a hard-nosed (yet competent) ass to everyone. The only problem right now is that I am currently not watching The Duchess of Duke Street, and the season isn’t over yet and Terry keeps asking what has happened with her, and I don’t know because I’m busy with Meredith and the Drs McDreamy and McSteamy.
I don’t even LIKE Meredith. She’s a ditz.