Emily and I are having an affair – with the television. After working all week, all I wanted to do this weekend was hang out on the couch with Emily and do nothing. And that’s just what we did.
For the first (and hopefully last) time ever, I watched Hannah Montana. And it was actually funny. I think I like it.
No, I’m not kidding! It really is good. But I cannot let myself watch it anymore. It’s really, really not good for me.
But neither is Keeping Up With The Kardashians or The Girls Next Door, but I watch those shows religiously these days.
Hey, what’s wrong with watching a show about girls who are my age that date an 83 year old man? Oh, you think it’s weird and gross? Well, I guess it is, but it sure is entertaining. And that Khloe Kardashian is hilarious!
I have also gotten back into baseball because there is nothing else to watch on Sundays. Or now that I think about it, that is the case every day. Anyway, when I was in high school, I watched baseball every day. If there wasn’t a Braves game on, I would watch whatever other teams were playing. I memorized the line-up, I knew the stats, and I actually understood all of the terminology and baseball jargon. It made sense to me, and it gave me a connection to my dad. And let’s face it, that’s about all we had.
There were many nights that I was lulled to sleep by the announcers’ steady, soothing voices. And it was those Atlanta Braves that I stayed up to watch on the night my sister was born. The night that I stayed up and fixed my hair and applied make-up after my shower, because I knew that she was coming. Me and baseball, we go way back.
I’m not proud of my tv addiction, but since I am not at all an outdoors-y person, what else can I do in my spare time?
The solution: Go outside anyway!
I have got to get out of the house! I need to plant flowers, go for walks, go swimming, and lay in the sun. And not just for me. I need to do it for Emily. I need to get her out of the house too. I need to show her that exercise is important and fresh air is refreshing and relaxing. She needs to know that a life spent in front of the television is no life at all. And I need to do all of this NOW, before it’s too late.
You see, over the weekend, we had a discovery. By chance, we found out that Emily is mesmerized by the tv. If she catches a glimpse of it, she is fixated, caught in a trance. She loves it. She loves the colors and the movement and especially the music. And I’m ashamed to admit this, but once I knew that the tv would keep her entertained for a bit, I stuck her in her swing to get some cleaning done. It was only 30 minutes, and she was watching the Little Einsteins, but I still feel guilty.
It’s just so hard to go outside in the evenings. It is already hotter than seven hells outside, the mosquitoes would carry her off, and the rain! It never stops these days. I was going to take her to the pool this weekend, but she is too young to be in the sun. So I was going to go in the evening, but then it rained. I can’t win for losing! So what can I do? What can I do with a 2 1/2 month old to get her away from the tv? I feel like she gets bored, even though she is probably plenty stimulated just by looking around at this point. I sing to her, I read to her, I show her toys, but I feel like it all gets old after a while. So please, do tell me, what else can I do?