All in the Name of Research
I have a night all to myself. My husband is out and I’m on my own. I fantasized about it all day. What to do with this time? I could work out, read, write some long overdue thank you notes, drink some tea. Or maybe I’ll finally teach myself how to use Twitter or return those phone calls or organize our photos. Then there are the bills I should pay and the bathroom ought to be cleaned and the living room carpet needs to be reintroduced to the vacuum. And on and on and on… I could fill a week, a month perhaps. How to fit it all in a night?
So, here I am. The dog is walked and fed. My son is fed and asleep. The vacuuming is done. What to do? Glass of wine – Check. Quick dinner for one – Check. I have plenty of stuff I should be doing, but bad reality tv is calling my name. No one is here to make me rethink this choice... It’s just me and the tv. Should I take a peak? OK, maybe just while I eat. Then I’ll move onto all the things I should really be doing with my free time. A few minutes of escape, no big deal. Right? My brain needs a break. I need to escape the cold Midwest and the constant list of things to do.
It’s been an hour and I’m sucked in. Every brain cell tells me to turn and run, but my naughty side is keeping my butt glued to the couch. Tori & Dean, Real Housewives, Top Model… Oh, how you tempt me. Why, Lisa, why? I have dishes to wash and laundry to fold and emails to respond to and crunches to do and a blog post to write. A blog post to write… Well, let's just call it research.
This is an origianl post to Chicago Moms Blog. Lisa H. also blogs at Hannemaniacs.
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