Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Batter up!

     Its hard to watch TV and write at the same time, but I'm willing to give it a try.  Rob is at softball, and I think its the last softball game of the year.  He said something about it being the championship when he left, and I said something to the effect of "ok, hon' whatever, bye!"  I encourage and support his softball and yoga hobbies, and I tolerate his political news addiction, but deep down inside I hate softball and stupid yoga.  I'm alone in this house all day (except for the kid and the cats and the dog) and I want all his undivided attention when he comes home, unless its divided with chores that make my life easier, and even then I still want all his attention.  He's going to come home, scarf something down (score one for me, though, I don't have to make dinner.  I, myself, had tuna salad on some lettuce) take a shower, say how wiped he is from his game, yawn a little, then go to bed and make me wait until tomorrow to watch a West Wing episode on DVD.  AND! I can't watch West Wing tomorrow because of the Vice Presidential Debate (which is going to be so delicious)!  
     Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine (or two, or three) and watching something good on TV with Rob in the evening is what I look forward to all day.  I can't watch West Wing during the day because Rob wants to watch, too; I actually try not to watch TV during the day, only when I'm sick and its Tori and Dean.   
    God, I'm obnoxious.


Lisa said...

seems to me that the one who needs the yoga is you. :-)

Bored Housewife said...

More true than you know...