So there I am, my pencil skirt wrapped around my tummy, my stocking down by my ankles and the worlds smallest employee bathroom in the basement of my office- oh and a positive pregnancy test in my hand. They say the whole world stops when you find out you are pregnant. All I know is that the already tiny bathroom started to close in on me while a thousand thoughts flushed my mind. What was happening? How did this happen? My parents are going to freak. What about George, oh George, we are too young.
Lets just say that when I contemplated my life and my ten year plan, pregnant in a bathroom at work fresh out of college was not part of the deal. I was only twenty three, hadn’t even started my career in law, hadn’t even done all the traveling I had planned (Cambodia, Thailand, Fiji, Australia).
Flash forward to present day. I am a mom of two incredible children, Bella who is currently seven years old and baby Charlie my little fifteen month old. I am blessed enough to be a stay at home mom now while my husband goes out to work everyday and leaves me behind to what he thinks is basically a permanent vacation.
George seems to think that when he goes off to work my life is a fairy tale. The kids behave, everyone does what they are supposed to do. The house cleans itself, the groceries just magically arrive in our fridge and the children never have meltdowns. My job is the easy one- said no mom EVER!!!
Of course parenting is totally rewarding and I wouldn’t have it any other way (I think we are paid to say that) but when my sister or husband or someone else who hasn’t had the pleasure of 24/7 with an infant and no breaks decides to brush off what I do everyday as “easy” or “oh I would love to do this everyday” it takes all of my strength to smile and nod.
In my family I am known as the addict, the TV addict. Yes, I am that girl who watches EVERY show out there. Sci-fi, Romcom, Drama, Crime, Teen-angst, you name it I watch it. What no one seems to get is that when the show starts rolling, I am no longer someone’s mommy, I am no longer Mrs Complaints department, the finder of all lost things. I am a girl, on a sofa, with a remote control watching someone else’s problems and struggles. Do I use TV as a form of coping, yes, yes I do (you got a problem with that?). Do I use TV as a form of escapism? Why of course I do, doesn’t everybody else? I promise Netflix was created for people like me, an endless list of shows to binge watch and discover- yes please!
Should I be doing something else with all of that time? Probably, then again the cleaning can wait, the kids are in bed, my husband is on his computer and I have a date with #TVD #Thegoodwife #chicagopd #HTGAWM #scandal #greysanatomy #elementary #reign #arrow #codeblack #gameofthrones #blacklist #bones #suits #whitecollar #castle #pll #teenwolf #fliporflop #homeland #sherlock