In spite of the fact that I’m getting all fancy with my blog, I cannot deny the fact that I’m still a child. Take Friday night for example. My body was trying to tell me that I was tired, yet I fought it. And by “fought it,” I mean that I fussed at Brian. The scene was quite reminiscent of Bennett, say, fighting a nap even though he’s so tired that his eyes have begun to rim in red.
After putting my son to bed that night, I snuggled up on the couch with Brian only to find that I wasn’t pleased with the television selection. Some guy-movie was about to start and I obviously needed to watch one of my girly, recorded shows instead.
Me, “Brian? Do we have to watch this? Can I watch one of my shows?”
Brian, “I think this is supposed to be good.”
Me, “I don’t wanna watch this. You got to watch whatever you wanted all day. It’s my turn.”
(Really, I embarrass myself.)
Brian, “Do we have to?”
Me, “Which would you rather watch? Rachael Ray? Ellen? Or Kelly and Michael?”
Brian, “Kelly and Michael or Ellen.”
Appreciating the fact that Ellen has made Brian laugh in the past, I settled on that show and began to play the recording.
Would you believe that I fell asleep before the theme music was over? Honest to goodness, I never even saw the woman walk out and start her opening monologue. Fussy, Tired Square Piece passed RIGHT. the heck. OUT.
Needless to say, Brian was amused. I did not awake to Ellen. I awoke to Sean Connery.