Confessions of a Cable Junkie

So I have a confession to make. Remember recently how I talked about the luxuries we used to have? Well, despite our better budget-conscious judgment, we went and got cable again.

There. I said it. I felt a little like I was cheating on you, leading you to believe I wasn't really siting here watching HGTV while I blog. Let me explain, we canceled cable more than a year ago. But thanks to someone not doing their job, we were still getting all of the channels, just no bill. Then, the cable company made the digital switch, and we lost several channels. Then the regular channels did the digital switch, and we got like no channels. We bought antennas, placed them here and there, and cursed a bit that Jasper wasn't old enough to hold onto to them so I could watch me some Oprah with clear reception.

It was the last straw when I lost all channels on the TV in our bedroom. We're not talking just bad reception, it was fuzz. Before you get feeling all holier-than-thou about TVs in the bedroom, calm yourself. I watch it from my full-size hand-me-down bed I've had since high school. It ain't the Ritz. And we managed to have Jasper, so it's not ruining my marriage. I must have it; I have some crazy fascination with watching the weather every night on the local news. I blame this on my parents. Mom and Dad, you should feel proud. There are worse things I could cry to a shrink about, right?

Seth did the cable deal when I wasn't even home. He told me I deserved it since I was here at home alone (as in without adult company, he means) a lot. I believe him, but I also think he doesn't mind getting multiple sports channels in HD either. And he clearly sneaks a peak at E! every once in a while because he mentioned that Kendra from The Girls Next Door had her own show. (Just to be clear, he did not call her by name, but he was able to describe her as the one who married the football player.)

Now when I think about how indulgent it feels to have cable again, I'll remind myself of that master bathroom fantasy. Then, I'll remember, I do deserve cable.

And that Rookie Mom Mistakes list? A memory that recently made me laugh deserves to be on the list: At about six months pregnant I spent hours online researching which diaper pail I should buy. No joke, I read reviews, scanning for the word "odor" for days, stressing about it and afraid to commit to one. Oh, the time I had on my hands. I now know, just throw the shit in the trash.