I have become such a fan of reality TV lately, and I don't mean Big Brother or something. I love Project Runway and Top Chef and now Top Design. The season finale of Top Chef was on last night. The hot chef had already been eliminated, but thankfully Ilan won and not the weasel Marcel. I have heard that show described as food porn, and it is so true. I find myself eating more when I watch that show, unfortunately. However, I do not have a grand spread of gourmet delicacies, so I just gorge myself on cheese and crackers and ice cream sandwiches.
I have been in the worst rut lately with sleeping on the couch at night. My mom used to do that all the time, so maybe it is genetic. I get home from work at almost midnight. Then I have a snack or eight and watch my tivoed reality TV. I keep putting off breast-pumping promising I will do it after I close my eyes for just a moment. Then I wake up at 5:30 a.m. with uncomfortably full milk ducts, smeared makeup, and contact lenses suctioned to my eyes. T has long since given up on coaxing me off the couch. More often than not he is scrunched up on the smaller couch until the middle of the night as well. Last night, we each woke up with a warm cat sleeping on us. That is one of the true joys in life. Anyway, I need to find some discipline in the nighttime routine. We'll see how that goes.
-MM
I'll admit it...I was rooting for hotSam. Marcel looked and acted like something out of a Dr. Seuss book. Luckily, I never have much food in the house, so I just drool on the tv-screen-food.
ReplyDeleteGood luck on the couch rut....I get into that phase sometimes. Perhaps I can send you a 27 lb cat that can actually push you off the couch (well, your legs, and that's pretty pursuasive)? He's taken to doing the same thing with my head and the pillow. Perhaps I will just make a big rug out of him instead.