We are your average television watchers. There are shows that we absolutely love. Of course, they are all what we call our bedtime shows. They are the shows that we can watch only after the kids are in bed and usually not much until we have less daylight hours. Now that it’s fall and the sun is going down sooner and it’s a little cooler, we like to end the day a wee bit early for some trashy TV. We don’t binge though. We limit it to one episode for every after bedtime treat. We also rarely spend money on any shows either. No subscriptions for us! We are just now making our way through the library copies of Game of Thrones so we can see the last terrible season (or so we’ve read). “How’s it end?” my husband asks as we’re just now rewatching season three. “This episode?” I say as I look up to scan the current characters after deleting emails and trolling Facebook because I can never just sit down and watch. “I can’t remember. Is this the Red Wedding or is it the next one? I need to mentally prepare for that.” “No, I mean how does the series end? I know that you know.” Dang it, he got me. I do know one thing from taking a sneak peek at a spoiler article after the series ended. I know that Jon Snow, well, I’ll stop in case you are also very far behind on pop culture and binge watching your favorite shows. And this is how we usually end our night because we’re generally asleep shortly after 9 P.M. Terrible TV time is when our brains can unwind (or when we can pick up all the toys in the living room or fold clothes while we watch, and when I say we, I mean 99% me). It’s the only way our living room is ever clean. Game of Thrones is definitely not children appropriate. I always keep the remote beside me in case one of the kids walks in for the millionth time to say they need a drink of water, or that they need more books, or the last straw, that they have to poop. One time I wasn’t thinking and pushed pause instead of stop so the screen still showed what looked like an abstract and blurry boob. “What’s that?!” my five year old asked. “Nothing.” I said, trying to turn it off. It was a boob, but, because of a change in scene at that moment, looked slightly distorted. He got his drink of water and slowly made his way to his room trying to keep an eye on the screen, which was now off. As he walked by me, he whispered, “I think it was a boob.” So much for abstract. Once in a while it’s hard to hide our bad TV. Especially when my husband repeatedly uses inappropriate catch phrases from our shows. Have you ever seen Derry Girls? If you haven’t, it’s a must, and I’m not just saying that because we love Ireland, which does make it even better, but it is truly a wonderful show. If you’re my age and grew up listening to the Cranberries, then you’ll love this show too because it’s about kids in the 90’s in Northern Ireland during the political conflicts so the whole soundtrack is Cranberries’ songs. Glorious! One of the main characters always said, “Fu@$adoodledo!” when expressing herself, so now my husband says it ALL THE TIME. For a long time, he managed it under his breath or out of earshot, but one day he was coming in from giving shots to his cows and his cooler of syringes and bottles toppled over and almost off the counter. As he reached for them, he yelled out, “Fu@$adoodledo!” Just at that moment, Owen walked up to him, his eyes grew wide, and he yelled, “I learned a new word!” and he hightailed it out of the kitchen straight to Aiden so he could tell Aiden his new word. So don’t feel bad if you really enjoy The Bachelor or Hallmark movies. At least your kids aren't running around saying, “Fu@$adoodledo!” Get the book Desperate Farmwives!Leave a Reply. |
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