It’s September 15th, or is it the 14th? Regardless of the number on the calendar, it is my favorite time of year. It’s a dreary, overcast day and my thoughts bounce around randomly, like an annoying fly trying to find a place to light, but never satisfied for long.
I’m feeling a tad under the weather, which seems fitting with the forecast. I want to curl up in bed with a book and hide all day. I would too, if I didn’t have a 7 month old competing for my attention. She’s a bit under the weather too, and just wants to be held, but doesn’t want to sit still once I pick her up. She’s obsessed with reaching and grabbing everything from the side table, attempting to climb on top of my head, or rubbing her face frantically in my chest, smearing snot all over my fourteen dollar sweatshirt. Desperate for a reprieve to blow my nose, I did the bad mom thing. I turned on the TV.
As most of you probably know, we don’t have TV. I can see you scratching your head now. How can I turn it on, if we don’t have it you ask? Well, we have an actual TV, but we have no cable, or satellite, or even rabbit ears. We do own a DVD though, so I dug through stacks of exercise tapes, sneezing and coughing as the piles of dust billowed, and discovered a cartoon belonging to my niece. Kung Fu Panda.
Since EK only gets TV time when we’re visiting someones house or when she’s watching Blazing Saddles with her dad, which is so appropriate I might add, I thought this was a win-win situation.
I imagined her in a TV daze while I vegged out in an antihistamine induced state of mind on the couch.
Turns out, she doesn’t care too much for pandas. Or Kung Fu. A matter of fact, I think I heard her say, “Pandas? We don’t need no stinking pandas.”
I’m left with no other option but to sit here with EK on my head, watching a cartoon mouse with a Fu Man Chu do jujitsu, using the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe my nose. Good thing it only cost fourteen dollars.