Megan asked me today why I haven't been blogging lately. She checked our blog today and there was nothing new. Surgery was my excuse, but she and I both know the real reason...
I'm now an addict. A "gleek."
Shamelessly, I've spent the last few days catching up on this television series that others have talked about over the past few years.
The first episode Gabby watched, she said, "That's a dumb show mom. It doesn't teach you anything."
Sadly, I agreed with her but continued to indulge in my latest addiction, and while the boys have been at scout camp, I've made gleeks out of my girls as well. I think they didn't shower until 1:00 p.m. today, and even though it was a beautiful day, we spent our morning watching Glee.
The reality is that once I'm no longer recovering from surgery, I won't watch TV. TV is something I fall asleep to. I don't watch TV for entertainment. Tim and I are miles apart on our television viewing habits. He enjoys TV. I tolerate it. Once Tim and I were talking about what we appreciated in each other, and he said, "I loved it the other day when you came downstairs and just sat by me and watched TV."
When he said it, I was thinking, "Really? Because I would rather do almost anything, including walking on broken glass before I'd actually want to sit down to watch TV."
And my family would say mostly I'm not very enjoyable to watch TV with, because I'm a pretty intense viewer. If anyone is talking, or I think I've missed something, it causes me stress. I've been known to back up TV and movies when watching at home to catch one tiny word or phrase that I think I might have missed...
Yeah, not exactly a relaxing hobby with me.
So we'll gleek out for the next few days, then we may or may not continue to watch it later... It is entertaining (if you can't move, and there isn't anything else you can do).
Thank you for the commercial break. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming (that would be Glee, in case you were wondering).