I whittled the day away today going to the gym, lunching with a friend, and putting the baby down for a nap. This left me just enough time to catch up on my emails and the latest episode of Nip/Tuck. (While I’m sad the show’s ending, the fact that I’m still watching it during nap times two years later is quite pathetic, no?)
Seriously, I’m a walking SAHM cliche. I didn’t even shower after I went to the gym today.
And if it wasn’t bad enough, I turned on Ellen (cliche!) and she brought out these hairless wonders called “Thunder Down Under” who wowed various audience members with their chiseled bodies and I actually laughed through the entire segment.
Clearly, I’m losing it.
While there’s nothing wrong with a little R&R, I occasionally worry that I’m going to lose all my brain cells to the guilty-pleasure shows on FX. (Damages starts tonight.)
I’m not lamenting my choices. I would rather be home with the tube, a laptop and a napping infant than at a desk any day of the week. (Well, maybe except for Friday when I’ve already watched all my shows.) But I’m sure there is a balance out there between my SAHM vegetative state and reality. Shows, that is.
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It’s just a phase. In a couple of years you’ll wish you could watch your shows during the day. You’re only a cliche if you’re still doing it when the kids are all in school. Then your friends might call for an intervention.