If you have not figured out by now, I am somewhat of a TV junkie. I turn it on just for background noise, although I am trying hard to quit that habit. At one time (pre-children) I would watch every free moment and knew what was going on in just about every show out there. I even cut dates short to be home in time for Cheers, back in the day and scheduled my life around Must See TV Thursday. Once I became a parent, it was a toss-up between sleep or tv and eventually sleep won out and if you have kids yourself you know there comes a time when you no longer tune to soap operas and The View because your television seems permanently fixed on Noggin and Disney Channel. Having children really cuts into quality viewing time in the evenings, there is always a bath to give, stories to read, and (at least in our house) the two hour rock/fight/sleep fest so I have gone to having 20 or so MUST SEE shows to just a few, and thank goodness for tivo because I wouldn't be able to see those either. Maybe I am getting old, but I have a hard time finding entertaining television these days. Usually if I do find something, they cancel it pretty quickly, like The Book of Daniel and Reunion this season. A couple years ago I stumbled across Everwood and I was hooked. It was just a simple show about a man and his children, just trying to live their lives after their wife and mom passed away. The stories were interesting, the scenery was breathtaking, and the soundtrack was awesome. When I was pregnant, I seriously considered the names Ephram and Amy after two of the characters. All season long I waited for "fresh" episodes of Everwood, but they bumped them to spring fill-ins and we all know what that means...television death. WB is merging with UPN this fall and you know the new network is going to be chock full of quality entertainment so there was no room for a sweet, wholesome show like Everwood. Will you take my Gilmore Girls from me too, CW? So, this Tuesday I mourn my Monday night treasure, Everwood. Thanks for wrapping it up so nicely for me.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.