My TV dilemma

One of the worst things that can ever hit a movie buff is (wait for it) motherhood. Yeap, I said it right.
I love my kid to death but for the past 21 months, I have been watching the best movies and TV shows in parts that stretch over days because my kid's needs always come before mine. So am I a bad mom to lament about this? Of course not! I am merely stating the facts.

It is amazing how Pebbles can orchestrate a perfect full blown tantrum when her mother is watching something interesting on the telly and more often than not the meltdowns happen at the very important scenes i.e the revelation of the killer, the doctor's fatal diagnosis, the magical kiss etc. I am convinced my kid has been wired to burst her mom's bubble(s) of happiness. Oh boy!

The simple solution would be to record the program and watch it at another time but here the potential of another problem arises. My hubby is a TV junkie too, watching all kinds of sports on TV. I bet you if there is a lawn bowling competition on TV, he'd be watching too. So yeah, recording is out of the question.

So what do I do? Besides praying hard that Pebbles doesn't wake up from her nap too soon or do not throw a tantrum, I just make sure I know when the repeats are being aired so I can watch them in parts. Yeap, still in parts because it is either I don't watch it at all or 'earmark' the part I last watched before I had to deal with motherhood. Life is tough but you just got to bulldoze your way through. 

Many mothers I know don't watch the telly as they are swamped with other commitments. Personally I rather squeeze a 30 minute of telly than washing the dirty dishes in the sink. The telly for decades has served as a tool of escapism for many and it has been a faithful one for me just like books. Whereas I can't for the life of me, read chapters half way through, the telly is a simpler, no fuss alternative.

While I battle with Pebbles' inconsistent sleeping pattern, I shall persevere in my journey to expand my creativity through the box which is definitely not an idiot for this mother. Bring it on, great shows!

MacGyver

Move over husband, I want Richard Dean Anderson a.k.a the famed MacGyver. After ranting about how Grey’s Anatomy comforted me during my dark days, god decided to intervene and send MacGyver to me.

I think I first knew the meaning of crush when I started watching him in action on tv aeons ago when I was a slip of a girl.

The reason I am up at 1am blogging about MacGyver is because I needed to get the excitement of watching him on tv after so many years off my system ;)

The first episode was shown hours ago and I marvelled at how much he teaches us. I had to force my uninterested 9 year old nephew to watch all the tricks he performed on the movie. It was difficult to authenticate the information shared on the show as Pebbles decided to be cranky then and shameless me I was rocking her to sleep in front of the TV (I would do anything for MacGyver). Having said that I am sure the producers of the show would have done thorough research before the show was aired.

Now let’s focus on the man himself (sigh*drool*faint) MacGyver is the epitome of every (I dare say) girl’s dream guy (Sorry, McDreamy & McSteamy) :P

He is good looking, extremely smart and he has solutions of every possible sticky situation! (Sighs again) I was busy humming the theme song the whole day and I got snapped at my hubby for being off tuned. I reckon he is jealous

Oh well, one thing for sure somebody is definitely going to sit in front of the television at 9pm from Monday-Friday.

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*hums the theme song*

-Written on July 1, 2015-

Grey's Anatomy

This show will always have a special place in my heart simply because over 10 years ago, it served as a portal of escapism for me when I was going through a rough patch with then boyfriend.

Things were not going great for us. I was sad, confused and depressed and Grey’s Anatomy cheered me up. I rejoiced in its happiness and cried over tragic losses and sad episodes. It was my comfort blanket. Whenever we had a huge fight, I turned to Grey’s Anatomy. Whenever I needed a good cry, I turned to Grey’s Anatomy. That was how much I depended on that show.

A while later, I met my husband and life was rosy again. Eventually I stopped watching the show although I get snippets of the happenings from my sister.

Now that I am at home and once again I get to have some TV time (only at night when Pebbles is asleep or about to sleep), I watch the reruns and the familiar feelings of happiness and satisfaction surge through me. Funnily I don’t have a favourite character. I like all of them, even Yang for the matter :)

It’s interesting to know of the various ailments,how they juggle relationships, how they deal with disappointments, celebrate joy etc

I know it’s TV but so what? It makes me happy and I like that. Perhaps I should talk about Grey’s Anatomy as a bedtime story for Pebbles who at this very moment is licking her baby seat as she is hungry

ta ta

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-Written on June 23, 2015-