I always have one million things I could be doing. I am never ever wondering what I should do with a free minute. Either I'm behind on life's "stuff" or I have a dozen or so creative projects going at any given time that I can jump into and try to finish. This drives my husband mad.
But last night? I had an evening alone ahead of me because my man was working late.
I got home from my first day back at a real job, bathed the kids, read books, cleaned up, tucked kids into beds, kissed foreheads, ate a handful of mini-chocolate chip cookies for dinner, fed the three dogs, and then was about to sit down at the computer but instead?
The dull throb in my that-time-of-the-mouth brain turned me towards the couch where I collapsed in a heap. I flipped through our Tivo list and decided to watch.....
90210.
Yikes.
It's hard for me to admit that I watch this crap but I was an avid fan of the original series. I was in my 20's then and it all seemed perfectly acceptable. Now? I'm in my early 40's and well, I just don't think it's acceptable at all.
Unless?
Unless you consider it "mother research." Which is what I consider it really.
I need to keep up on what "kids" are watching these days because you know....I need to know what teenagers are up to and into so I can be prepared for when my kids are teenagers.
And you'll be happy to know, in case you already don't, that teenagers seem to live alone in lavish homes and always seem to be lounging poolside drinking either non-alcoholic or alcoholic beverages; they dress way better than I do as an adult; they wear high heels to school; they challenge and talk back to most adults; they do drugs; they deal drugs; they gamble; they have lots of sex and talk openly about it; they go from being straight to gay to back to straight again without as much as batting an eye; they drive luxury cars; they drag race; they manipulate constantly; they lie through their teeth; they have romantic first dates in beach side cabanas; they sext; they videotape themselves having sex; they put their sex videos in student films and show them to the entire school; they get expelled and reinstated within hours; they fight; and then they kiss and make-up.
See?
This is essential "mother research."
Or maybe it's just my dirty little secret where I can allow my overtaxed brain to be soothed by trash tv.
What's your dirty little tv secret?
Oh c'mon. You can tell me.
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