I’m not a big TV person. I have my four shows: Big Love, Entourage, Lost and Project Runway and the occasional bad reality moment: Sons of Hollywood for instance, which I have decided is the greatest reality TV show of all-time. Randy Spelling kissing his father’s star on the Walk of Fame in memoriam? Sean Stewart calling himself “A Ferrari Body with Jetta Brain…?” These are two moments in a million best-of-hits. But anyway…
I would gladly delete every single one of my shows from TIVO to insure we have an infinite amount of Sesame Street(s) and Play With me Sesame(s) ready to rock at all time. Those are Archer’s shows. His ONLY shows. And they have become my only salvation after anything less than four hours of sleep.
I realize I have publicly claimed to have become a morning person since becoming a mom but I totally lied. (Sorry, Babycenter.) I suck at getting up before 8am, especially because I’m usually not asleep until after 3. And anytime before 7:00? Forget about it, which is why, now that Archer is getting up at 6:30, I have had to make some “arrangements.”
Four hours isn’t that bad, I know, and I realize there are people who have it far worse than I do and if I could go to sleep at 10pm and live with myself I would, but I can’t. There’s not enough time to get it all done unless I wait for Archer to fall asleep, and then work through the night. Especially right now, with a nanny on a two-week vacation and a book deadline in two weeks and two days.
Fortunately for my career and unfortuantely for my state of mind, I never got the “but there’s no time!” thing. If you really want to do something, you make time. Period. Whatever that something may be, Because there IS time. There is always time. It just depends what you are willing to sacrifice. Favorite TV shows for instance. Well-being. Happiness, Social Life… And of course, sleep. Except I need my six hours, or at the very least, five. So Sesame Street at 7:00 am it is and will stay for a while.
I realize in the world of by-the-book parenting, waking up at 6:30, turning on the TV and going back to bed is frowned upon a big, big way which is why I don’t subscribe to by-the-book parenting. By-the-book parenting is for by-the-book parents and by-the-book kids, which is sad for them because HELLOOOO… Sesame Street is the ULTIMATE snooze button. Sesame Street IS THE ANSWER: One full hour of commercial free toddler-crack and I can rest easy knowing he’s in the hands of Mr. Noodle
and Supergrover: a jet-setting klutz and a fifty-year-old toddler. (Perfect!)
So I guess I am a TV person and Goddamnit, now everybody knows the truth! Sesame Street is my salvation, the difference between doing it all and doing it all badly.
Viva Los Oscar El Groucho y Trash Gordon y Todos Los Amigos de Sesame!
And… Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m going back to bed.