First, let me just put it out there, all balls out and such: Isobel watches a lot of tv. It’s my babysitter, since I don’t have a real life babysitter. And it allows me to get stuff done that must take place while she’s awake because bed and nap time is reserved for higher priorities – like blogging, drinking and working. And watching House reruns.
I’ll get to wash dishes, make any of her six million snacks a day, hell, I just might even get to make a cup of coffee and have half a smoke. Party times! I get to be dressed and even ocassionally, wipe the makeup from three days ago off of the bags under my eyes – I call this looking pretty.
It’s recommended that kids under two watch no tv. One of my resolutions was to limit it to an hour a day. I’m failing. Mostly because I have one of those passionate kids. A kid who only entertains herself via mayhem and destruction and we can’t have that. Literally, my partially-glassed coffee table cannot take one more trampoline experiment. A kid who has decided, without my input, that I must be within ten feet of her and in the same room regardless of the distance at all waking times.
So making dinner while she flits around or, gasp, plays in the bedroom she has all to herself with the forty thousand toys that people keep bringing her? Impossible. Putting her somewhere to colour or paint or something equally as interesting and creative and you know, fun? Only if I want to spend the entire time saying, ‘Not for eating. Take the marker out of your mouth,” and burn dinner.
So movies (since we’ve no cable) are our fall backs.
Dora’s getting a little old. If I hear Aaron Neville sing one more time about discovering something, I’ll shoot myself in the ear. We branched out to Diego, but that crazy stalking cousin of his keeps showing up. So I’ve been getting desperate. The video store doesn’t have lots to offer in my neighbourhood. Well, they’ve got lots to offer, but apparently, other families have employed the same tactics, since most dvds are more wrecked than Mel Gibson.
Last night, I headed to the family section, I scanned the titles and I rented three movies. The Lion 2 and 2.5, I’m cool with. But my skeleton in the closet, the thing I’d never do happened. That third movie? High School Musical.
Please start your slaying below.
