Thanks for TV

I like TV. I admit it. I spend my days with a three little boys ages 4, 2, and 1. I really do look forward to bedtime. I mean, it's not always the highlight of my day, but when I finally get to lay my sweet angels down at the end of sometimes a long, hard, long day, the TV and I can once again reconnect.

I do love my children; they are the most important people in my life, but sometimes I read other people's blogs and it gets me down. Do these other bloggers who have kid(s) not get worn down? Because, I swear, it sounds like these mothers (and fathers) have all the energy, patience, and love in the world and they're almost disappointed when the day is over. OK, not me. About half the time, I do a naked dance, eat some chocolate, lovingly kiss my DVR, and settle in for a few hours.

I need some me time at the end of the day. Sam doesn't understand why I stay up so late most nights. "Just go to sleep. Why do you gotta stay up?" the man says to me. He doesn't understand. I need alone time! My TV is overtaken by a combination of "Tom and Jerry" and "Thomas" sporadically during the day. So, I don't even try anymore (and there's always something I should be doing instead of TV, as much as I hate to admit it).

Thank the heavens for the advent of DVR! What a sublime, wonderful creation! I was against getting it at first: only TV junkies would tape shows, and I was not a TV junkie. That was the old me. I now have 68 episodes of "The Office," the last few episodes of "Lost" (which I can't watch yet because I have to see the first few of that season), "87 Kids and Counting" (I think that's it), "Unwrapped," "The Biggest Loser," and a few others here and there that catch my fancy.

Anyway, I love TV and people really shouldn't put it down. All things in moderation, and only "good" programming, of course, but I can always count on my TV to help me unwind at the end of the day.