I’m so proud; today I spent the Kidlet’s naptime watching TV and eating bonbons! Yes, after nearly 3 years of being a SAHM, I finally sat down and did it. And I’m even pregnant, to round things out! (It’s too cold to be barefoot today.)
How did it happen to me, an intelligent and active stay-at-home mom? Usually I would spend naptime sewing, working on any of many ongoing projects, doing necessary stuff, or whatever. The TV is rarely on during the day. But we have TiVo, and I have it programmed to record my quilt show. I like that, since I can quickly skim through the accumulated recordings, keep the ones I want for future reference, and dump them to videotape. No ads, no boring segments to deal with. I haven’t looked at them lately, and the memory is almost full, so today I sat down to go through several episodes. And we still have some goodies left over from Christmas, and I was hungry…so bonbons and TV it was.
So you may all congratulate me for taking on the stereotype. I don’t know one single SAHM who actually sits around watching TV all day, and I have fulfilled the assignment for the rest of them. Or something.
I will be leaving the next step of watching Oprah or soap operas to someone else; I don’t think I have the strength.
Yeah, every so often (oh, like once a month ahem) I usually give myself a break and spend all day on the couch with some chocolate, Ibuprofen and some TiVo’d garbage. Then about a half hour before my husband gets home I put a frozen pizza in the oven, or make him take me out, lol. I call it “loaf day.”
I have to say that you haven’t fully met the stringent requirements of the SSAHMA if you didn’t cry while watching a Soap and eating the bonbons, dabbing at the tears while your fuzzy mule covered feet were perched up on a load of dirty laundry.
Fooey! I was fully dressed in ordinary clothing, I own no fuzzy mules, and the dirty laundry is in the hamper, not propping up my feet. Obviously I need to do more work on this.
Ha! After thirteen years of practice, I must be a pro (or something). I watched two solid hours of television this morning (“Butcher Boy” was on HBO, so it wasn’t a soap, but still) and ate chocolate chip cookies my mother-in-law sent home with me yesterday (that’s like bon-bons, isn’t it?) while wearing sweats and my fuzzy leopard-print mules!
What do I win? I can find actual bon-bons if necessary, but don’t tell me I actually have to watch a bonafide soap opera.
