Thursday, March 18, 2010
Death to TV
Over the past few months I've developed this great love hate relationship with my television. Most days I just want to launch the damn thing into the lake and be done with it. It takes up time, money and space in my life.
Yes, the item that went from close friend to becoming one of the biggest monkeys on my back.
If my husband is home the blasted boob tube is on ALL THE TIME. An example. As I sat feeding our son breakfast (at 7 am. "early to bed. early to rise") I was telling the boy how we could go to the park today and swing on the swings and slide down the slide.
From the other room I heard, "It should be a nice one! When I turned on the TV at 5:30 this morning..." and then I blacked out.
I try to stay impartial.
He's in love with the thing.
If he ever left me it would be for a 56" Sony Flat Screen.
It's his little Isle of Paradise.
Long day of work = ass on couch, remote in hand (or hidden so the little one doesn't eat it.)
And then it happens... we run through our night, baby, food, bath, and... ass on couch, remote in hand. And my butt is planted next to him.
Two years ago I just sat there.
Now I get so freaking antsy that after about a hour (tops) I have to get up. (This would also explain why my TV Blog is just a thing that sits there on the internet.)
"But I want to spend time with you." he tells me.
This isn't us spending time together. This is us sitting on the couch watching a bunch of stupid television shows I care little to nothing about. And you know what? Part of me feels bad saying that, because a very few of the shows I like, but I find if I forget their on... whatever... right?
And now it's in the 40's (at 5:30 in the morning, that's what the TV told my husband) so I REALLY don't want to be inside.
Maybe it's because I'm a stay at home mom these days and my house has become a coffin due to shitty weather and well, shitty weather. But now I'm doing the yoga thing and I'm writing every day and the sun is shining and I want to be out in it.
[there was a long time I didn't want to be in the sun because I was afraid it would age me - oh yeah, I TOTALLY know how vein that sounds. Now, I don't care. I like my gray hair. I love my wrinkles. They're my trophies that say, "HEY! I EARNED IT! GET THE FREAKING HELL OUTTA MY WAY!"]
I have 143 days left - forty of them will be spent in meditation. I would also like to have the first draft of my book done.
That said, I'm shutting my pie hole so I can shower and get with it.
You know, before I want to launch my blog out the window to sit on my law with the TV.