Trench: Boden. (similar here.) Jeans: Hudson. Wellies: Hunter. (adult version here.) Umbrella: Old Navy. (similar.)
I think I’ve mentioned on here before that we don’t watch TV. Heck, we don’t even have TV. We never got it in college, because we were poor as church mice and Craig and I decided that eating everyday was probably better than having tv (priorities people), so we never got cable. And the funny thing is that when you stop watching TV, you stop caring what’s on. I’d like to think all addictive things must be like that. I’m hoping at least, because I really need to get off Dr. Pepper. I heard soda ages you as much as smoking and I’m thinking “yikes,” because I just really really love Dr. Pepper. And I keep thinking, that maybe, just maybe if I stop drinking it altogether, then I’ll stop thinking about all the Dr. Pepper to be had out there in the world and I can move on and be a healthy, non-aging person. I mean, I’ll still be aging, but you know what I mean.
But anyway, back to TV. So we don’t watch TV. I used to feel all self-righteously noble about this, like I was living on some higher ground, but last year taught me all kind of things about being humble, and now I just don’t watch it because I just don’t want to. Except, Netflix. Blast you Netflix and your binge watching abilities! (Cue: dramatic fist shaking at the ceiling.) How did you know that being able to live stream every single episode of Sherlock would be my weakness?? How?! So yeah, there it is. Occasionally, I’ll be bored on a weekend or (rarely) a week night (holy Hannah having 3 kids in school with homework is busy) and I’ll randomly turn on some show that’s been on for like 8 seasons already that someone tells me about, and if it’s good, I’m hooked. I’m a sellout. I loooove TV. And then suddenly I’ve watched 5 consecutive episodes of something while pretending to fold laundry, because then I don’t have to feel guilty about the binge watching. But really, I’m just watching tv and rotting my brain. You were right mom! So right!
I got hooked on Sherlock back in August when I was close to having an aneurism with all the stress of finishing our kickstarter and just needed an escape for an hour or two every night. But then, you know I watched every last episode and the next season doesn’t come out for two years. TWO. YEARS. I mean, what the heck is that?! Anyways, with all the incessant rain we’ve been having, the kids and I’ve taken to starting “laundry Wednesdays.” I don’t even know how this is suddenly a tradition, but somehow it is. So on Wednesdays they get out of school early, and after homework and chores and piano is done, when we hit that part of the afternoon where I really want to send them outside for an hour or two, and if it just happens to be pouring rain, we have a “laundry Wednesday.” Wherein I help them master the art of pretending to fold laundry while we watch Once Upon a Time. This means I drag our seven billion loads of laundry out to the living room and we all sit amongst the baskets and get wrapped up in Storybrooke, Maine. Then when we’ve watched an episode or two, I drag all the baskets back into my bedroom to fold later and they put away the two shirts and one pair of socks that got done.
It works.
Sort of.
Also, please excuse the wig. I’m going to have the hair of a drowned rat until I drag myself into the salon to have a keratin treatment done… hashtag: rain.
