Here we are, premiere week, the week that all our favorite TV shows start again for the year. On the DVR to start recording this week I have House (which I missed the first episode of because my DVR somehow lost our recording info for that one), How I Met Your Mother and Bones (David Boreanaz, be still my beating heart). Which I think is a respectable (read not too long) list of shows. Of course, that list does not comprise the entirety of our TV addictions, just those that follow the regular season.
On the DVR for future use we also have Burn Notice, White Collar (Oh TBS, how I love your shows) So You Think You Can Dance, Last Comic Standing and… probably a few more that I can’t think of at the moment.
And that’s not all we’re watching these days, Over the past two weeks or so we’ve been watching Veronica Mars. I LOVE the Veronica Mars! We love it so much, in fact, that we have yet to watch the episode of How I Met Your Mother that we recorded on Monday because we’ve been watching VM. (I also really really love NetFlix and their watch instantly shows [including VM] so that we can watch as many as we want as fast as we want for free.)
I don’t, however, love Veronica so much that Bones will spend more than an hour or so on the DVR (we have to get the kids to bed before we even try to watch), I love me some Bones.
When all is said and done we watch a lot of TV around here. Probably more than we should. I would say that we’re working on it but the fact is… we’re not. The thing is that Sean and I have never been a couple to go on the regular date night that is so frequently recommended. We don’t have the cash for a babysitter and we don’t really have a lot of interest in trading babysitting. (In all honesty we have a lot of interest in having someone else watch our kids, it’s just the watching some other couple’s kids that screws the whole thing up for us.) But what we do do is have a little mini-date just about every night.
I have a sister who has trouble sitting down on the couch and watching TV without doing something else at the same time. I have no such problem. Once we get the kids to bed it doesn’t matter what else needs to be done around the house, it doesn’t matter that the sink is full of dishes and the kitchen floor is makes that thwock thwock sound when you walk across it, It doesn’t matter that the front room, in which I’m sitting, desperately needs to be vacuumed, nothing’s going to get done. I’m done being the mom for the night, which means I’m done working for the night. (The one notable exception is Tuesday night when all the laundry that Sean washed throughout the whole day [usually 6 or 7 loads] gets folded.)
Sean and I get the kids down for the night and then we climb onto the couch and watch TV (and eat ice cream).
The way I figure it, if we were going to go on a date once a week we’d probably go to dinner and a movie (we’re not very imaginative around here). But the way we do it we have dinner together, with all the kids, and then we watch the equivalent of a few movies over the course of a week (or sometimes when we’re out of TV to watch [I know, but it does happen] we do watch movies) so it’s like going on several dates.
It’s my understanding that this sitting and watching TV together every night is somewhat unusual. I don’t understand that. What do you do at night if you don’t sit with your spouse and watch TV?
Also, what shows (preferably shows that are now over and available on NetFlix) do we need to watch? There are only 3 seasons of Veronica Mars afterall.