5/27/2006

Yeah, I could watch that

The Oman family is officially ill. All three of us have it--the snot filled head, the runny nose, the sore throat, the headache, the aches and pains. Nothing too serious, but certainly something that makes getting up before noon a real struggle. And, of course, since nothing but a raging fever and puke will keep my little bugger down, we all have been up since 5:45. I'm not joking. The little sadist. He's also covered pretty much every shirt he and I own with snot. Anyway, in moments like this, we, of course, turn to the TV. We don't have TV at our house, but as we are still camping out at my mother's, we have access to her incredible digital cable from Comcast which boasts, you know, every cable channel known to man and beyond. And J is thrilled. Let the brain melting begin, I say, as I sit in my fuzzy bathrobe (which is actually DH's and has like 4 pairs of socks in the pockets--men, what is WRONG with you people?)and stare at the ceiling thinking how crappy I feel and wondering how on earth I could possibly have any more snot in my head after blowing out enough goobers to cover North America. Yesterday, in a rare moment of silence, I found myself watching the TV alone. J must have been asleep, DH must have been slogging through work, and I must have been congratulating myself on a nose well cleared. I was flipping through the channels, and of course, came across the kid's stuff. Hey, SpongeBob, Dora, AND Blues Clues? Wow, we have hit the jackpot here, people! And I even starting clicking the remote to get myself to those channels before I stopped and realized that no self respecting adult should be excited to watch those shows, booger-blowing notwithstanding. What has happened to me? I come across "Clifford the Big Red Dog" and think, "Hey, I could watch that!" Does this happen to every mother? Is it just because it has been so long since I could indulge in TV on more than a PBSkids level that I have actually even forgotten what it feels like? Or has my brain truly melted to the point where Clifford is really all it can handle? Admittedly it's been a rough week, but hey, I should at least be able to handle a Seinfeld re-run, right? I would hope so. It would be a sad day if something like the Soup Nazi just went right over my head. No soup for me. Mmmm, chicken noodle soup...hot, steamy, soothing on the throat.... I gotta go blow my nose. And get some soup. And turn on Clifford.

6 Comments:

Blogger Trivial Mom said...

I do the exact same thing, even when I'm not sick. I think we just watch so many kids shows that we actually get to the point of liking some over the others. That's where the "hey, I could watch that" comes in. Like I could watch spongebob, as long as I don't have to watch Dora again.

5/27/2006 11:43:00 AM  
Blogger The Wiz said...

I've had that same thought, over Clifford, too, actually, although I can't stand 'Puppy Days.' Clifford is supposed to be a BIG red dog, people, not a tiny puppy, but in all actuality I don't feel really strongly about it.

I think a lot of it is that if you are watching TV during the day, there really is nothing on that's worth watching, and Clifford at least has a storyline.

Soap operas make me gag, and that's pretty much all there is, with infomercials thrown in, or crappy talk shows. I've determined there really is no watchable daytime TV for normal adults, at least on the channels I get. So when I feel like watching TV during the day (which really isn't that often, only when i'm sick, too), I find the options sadly lacking, although I have found reruns of Cosby on now and then.

5/27/2006 12:24:00 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

I will watch my movies over and over and over and over all day long while I clean house (like P&P) or when I'm sick --but usually that will warrant more than one movie.

I'm a huge Arthur fan. When the kids want to watch TV I find myself saying "okay! As long as I get to pick!" and then I pick Arthur. Love our TiVo....

No, your brain is not overwired. I think sometimes we allow ourselves too much "adult" TV when the kids are in bed --and frankly, I'm getting sick of all the crap. So a little dose of something sweet which teaches good values like Clifford is a wonderful thing! Perhaps our brains are telling us that a little innocence is needed and even wanted....or we could get all philisophical and talk about our yearnings for our own childhoods, yadda, yadda, yadda...just know that you are totally normal and not alone! :)

5/27/2006 04:00:00 PM  
Anonymous Amy said...

My DH don't have a kid (yet, one in the oven due in early August) but the man loves Clifford. PBS - noon. If he's home, it's on.

What can I say?? I am married to a four-year old (and love it!). He will be so great with our children cuz this sort of stuffs he finds entertaining.

5/27/2006 05:43:00 PM  
Anonymous Chad too said...

With the sympotms you've described I have two words... Shower Soothers. They are a blessing to the stuffed of head!

5/30/2006 12:11:00 AM  
Blogger Ana said...

Heather, it was bound to happen after all the moving stress. I'm so sorry you're sick. DayQuil and NyQuil are our friends!

Count me as another Arthur fan. And I will totally get sucked into Justice League cartoons and start fantasizing about having my own magic lasso and invisible jet.

5/30/2006 01:31:00 PM  

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