Last night I stayed up late watching Jon and Kate plus 8. Joseph thinks it is absurd that I watch this show. I've mentioned before that bed time around here is wi-ld, chaotic and noisy. So Joseph can't fathom why as soon as we put the kids to bed and return to our quite living room, I turn the tv on to this show and listen to their screaming kids.
I have tried to explain to him that it makes me feel better. It makes me think that I have it under control over here. And that things could be worse...way worse. Not only could things be worse, I could be worse...way worse! If you haven't seen the show the mom, Kate, is a demanding, impatient, bossy, germaphobic, perfectionist, controlling - freak. She's crazy. And watching her drives me crazy. She annoys me. And she reminds me of me! It's terrible. I do take comfort in knowing that I'm not quite that bad. Almost, but not quite. She's really crazy. I'm only kinda crazy.
And the Dad, Jon, reminds me of Joseph. Laid back, easy going, extremely helpful, and puts up with the drama. If you doubled our kids, it would be like watching us on TV. Except, I'm not that bad. Really, I'm not.
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Watching that show is like listening to fingernails on a chalk board. I'm sure it would count as torture under the Geneva convention.
Lovey, don't hide behind anonymity. I know that was you!
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