Friday, October 4, 2013

I had an epiphany last night...

Last night my husband was giving me grief over how much television I watch--right before he took off for the bathroom, for a length of time I will not divulge here simply because this is not meant to embarrass him. I do watch more than the average bear but more than anything I DVR more than the average bear. Now, there may have been a few instances of binge watching that took place this summer when Matt was traveling for his job and it was too hot to go outside, but my binge watching ended once it cooled down again. I promise. Really. Except for Breaking Bad and Orange is the New Black but I am caught up now so binging isn't necessary. Anyhow, after getting the grief it got me thinking about something. I don't get ANY time to myself. I remember back when I had intestines I had more time to myself than I ever wanted stuck in the bathroom. I took every magazine you could think of--People, Us, Entertainment Weekly, Reader's Digest. I was very well-read at the time, if by well-read you mean fluffy junk reading. Now, my alone time is catching a television show while Wylie naps. Or watching part of show while Matt visits the bathroom. It is my quiet escape. My me time. There are plenty of other things that are more productive that I could be doing during those times but at the end of the day, television is what I like to do to escape. It isn't by any means all that I do to escape or relax.

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