I really love reality tv. Sometimes the 45 minutes (we DVR and fast forward through those pesky commericals) I spend with my husband on the couch breathing the same air and watching the same (ridiculous) shenanigans is what I look forward to ALL. DAY. Parked on the couch, staring blankly at the tv, taking in The Amazing Race, Survivor, Top Chef, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, etc. Those last two watched after Chris is in bed--he just can't go there. All of that is build-up for the penultimate reality show for me--So You Think You Can Dance. . . I heart that show. Big times.
I find I'm wading through some serious exhaustion these days. This makes me either the laziest person on the planet or the full-time working mom of a three-year old, a nine-month old and finishing up my first trimester of my last pregnancy. When my OB asked how I was doing and I replied tired, he said it must be because I'm not taking my vitamins. Sure. That's why I'm so tired that even uploading pictures and editing them on my computer seems too much.
Clicking the remote? Totally doable. So that's where you'll find me these days. Upping my IQ with the boob tube. I mean, I do DVR Jeopardy and Private Practice. Okay, so the last one doesn't really help the IQ, but it's so darn goooood.
2 comments:
hehe boob tube. Funny. No?
Yes, those vitamins are a bitch. Must be why I'm tired, too.
And last pregnancy? Are we sure about that?
3??? 4????, not much difference in tiredness and work. I also like boob tube.
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