I have a confession to make.
I really, really like reality TV.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to watch the news, documentaries, and movies…interesting stuff. Besides, when the news comes on, the kids somehow get louder. So I miss most of it anyway.
But since I’ve been (happily) house bound after 7PM on most nights since I had my children, I turn to the TV. And what is on? REALITY TV.
And it’s not that I just LIKE these shows…I become slightly incredibly obsessed. Especially with a particular one that is on THREE TIMES A WEEK.
Are there better things I could do with my time? Obviously. I choose to embrace my couch after the kids are in bed, lunches are made, coffee is set up, laundry is in, articles are written, dog has been let out, blog is complete, dishwasher is on and I’m in my pajamas.
And then it’s ON. The TV, that is. And I couldn’t be happier. Me and my big mug of tea and my reality TV. I’m not entirely sure why I love it so much except for the fact that I have friends and family that are equally obsessed and we get to chat about it. We text about it during the show! It’s FUN to jibber jabber about nothing sometimes.
I feel for my husband because he sincerely doesn’t like reality TV but he puts up with my addiction because he loves me. And I should mention that he “doesn’t” like watching girls in bikinis on an island just like he “doesn’t” like watching a particular ER drama that “doesn’t” make him cry.
Kidding aside, our days are so full of raising children, difficult decisions, work, responsibilities…isn’t it a good thing to shut that all off and watch someone compete by throwing foam balls at other people? Hanging on to a fake spinning pineapple for dear life? Or having ridiculous house evictions that make people cry because their best friend of three days is leaving? Well, I love it-and I’m not ashamed.
When I was younger, I used to be embarrassed by my choices. But as a Mom, embarrassment does not come easily. Another confession? I like pop music. I will dance and sing at the top of my lungs to Taylor Swift, Christina Aguilera, Pitbull, some boy band I don’t know the name of, it doesn’t matter. I’m a Mom now. Whatever makes me happy is not embarrassing. Embarassing for my kids maybe, but that’s another story.
So I will make my popcorn, get in my snuggie and watch endless hours of reality TV until I fall asleep. And maybe one day, no day soon, I’ll get to watch the news again.
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