What’s this about?

I don’t think this blog will be about just ONE thing, but when I was trying to come up with a name, I settled on a sentence that my husband understood (and thought was funny) immediately — I miss TV.

I’ve always loved TV… some people don’t, and I don’t understand those people. My husband has a friend who’s just not that into TV and instead plays tennis and takes guitar lessons. Sounds like a lot of work. I’d rather be sitting on my couch, shoveling take-out carbs in my face and watching a show or a movie I’ve seen one million times already. Yes, I watch Armageddon every time it’s on and who are you to judge me?

In 2013, I met my now husband Nick. He had a habit of watching TV on his couch at night until he passed out and once I found out this information, I knew it was love. I’m kidding, of course… there was a little more involved, although the avid TV watching was a huge plus.

We eventually moved in together and would spend our weekends binge-watching House of Cards or The Wire. Did I mention my husband bought a projector and 113” screen? I didn’t? Oh – my husband has a wireless projector and he almost completely covered one of the walls in our living room with a screen I had no idea was in existence. We barely had any wall art in that room, just technology and Kevin Spacey. (RIP)

So, things were going along great, Nick and I were figuring out how to live with each other, but any issues that may have come up were NEVER about TV. TV was good to us – we were happy, lazy and entertained. And then things forever changed in 2017. Nick and I had a baby.

Now, before I go and scare all those thinking about having kids, let me say this – my son is great. He’s cute, smart, silly and makes Nick and I laugh every day. The issue we’ve come across is that my son is SUPER active. He never stops moving. He even moves in his sleep. He took off and ran into the bathroom the other day, fell and chipped his teeth. By the way, he’s 15 months old – I know kids his age who aren’t even walking yet. And no, I don’t think my kid is better than yours because he’s walking. In actuality, I’m very jealous of late walkers – I’m sure they don’t come home from daycare with eyebrow cuts and reports of them pushing the other kids. A few people have called my son a “bruiser” and that’s spot on. It’s also a little mind-blowing to his NON-active parents who wish he would just sit and play with a toy for more than 5 seconds.

All of this movement means Nick and I are constantly chasing our son around the house, making sure he doesn’t chip the rest of his teeth (he has 13 by the way, which is also ridiculous for his age) or fall on his head again. When he was 3 months old, he launched himself off our bed. Most babies that age are just getting out of the sleep 24/7 phase, but my son’s like nah – I’m ready to throw myself out of this this bed, I need something from the fridge.

So, between having to watch our son’s every move, playing with him, feeding him, diapers, laundry and preparing food for daycare, one vital “activity” has been sacrificed. Alone time as a couple? – yes, but more importantly, our TV watching! My husband and I can barely get through one episode of The Path without passing out. Once, one of my friends commented to me that she didn’t know what she would be doing with her time had she not had kids. Ummm, I do! Watch TV all day! Sounds glorious! I remember it so well and there’s no way I appreciated it.

Sadly, I don’t think there’s an answer to my problem. Nick and I just have to wait until our son grows up and has got his own thing going on and/or starts hating us, so we can pay less attention to him and more attention to Hulu. In the meantime, don’t you dare tell me what happens on The Handmaid’s Tale… I’ll get to it in a few months. Or I’ll experience it when it happens in real life – whichever happens first.