Since I write about so many personal things on this site; I have some duty to mention those things about myself that I do not want to shout from the mountain top. Here are a few…
I am a hero because I cancelled my cable. I am not so much of a hero because I tell myself that Netflix binging is okay since there are no commercials. I watch two shows that give me nightmares and I cannot escape some of the mesmerizing characters of whom I cannot get enough. Since, I do not watch a lot of television, I am a couple of years behind in regard to the seasons. The problem with that is I repeatedly click on the “do you want to continue watching” button from Netflix. Fortunately, I have unproductive insomnia and I cannot go to sleep until the next day (after midnight) and that gives me a time slot for this escapism.
I peek at the mind-numbing, ridiculous, sensational magazines at store checkouts and move around enough to read the whole headline. If that is not enough I have fallen victim to the algorithm masters of Yahoo because I once (or twice) clicked on an intriguing and senseless headline that got the best of my curiosity. It is like the electronic form of checkout line headlines. I, however, do not have it as my default browser, so I actually have to go out of my way to escape into their media quicksand. I actually go out of my way to do this. I might as well grab popcorn and call dibs on any chocolate in the vicinity.
I eat healthy, unless I am not. But I get a lot of points because I certainly know how to do this very well; and I usually do.
I drink too much coffee. But if I give that up, my insomnia may clear up and I will not be able to watch the shows I am not proud to mention.
I really do not care for the driver who demonstrates their sign language skills toward me, when I did nothing wrong. I get mad and it actually hurts my feelings. That is a little pathetic of me. (There should be a word for mad and sad. Mad + Sad = ?.)
I am not good at putting my children to bed on time, when I know how terrible it is for them to not get enough sleep and I seem to forget this every night. It actually leaves my knowledge base. I have some addiction to spending time talking to them when activities, dinner and chores are completed and there is time to share and talk and talk some more. That has always been my favorite time and I have fondly found that to be the best time for sharing. But they really need their sleep for health reasons. Good health needs to come first.
If I was to think of two children books that remind me of me and mothering (keep in mind, I am not even considering all the perfect Dr. Seuss books) one book would be If You Give a Mouse a Cookie and the other I Will Love You Forever. I feel, as though I should list grander books on the spot and right now, I cannot.
After writing about Netflix binging and 6 other things I must confess, I would like to ignore all the drivers who are proficient in sign language, go to a mountain top at midnight with a flashlight, read those books aloud to my children while drinking coffee and eating the chocolate that I bought at the grocery store where I read the headlines at the checkout stand and then drive home, put the kids to bed and, of course, watch Netflix, get up the next morning and try to figure out why I had a scandalous nightmare about a FBI fugitive with some strange list. (Notice how I am not mentioning the names of those Netflix binging causing shows?)