I am finding myself a little bored these days. When the evening rolls around, we know we have to be home around 6:30 for LB to go to bed. And, unfortunately, when the baby falls asleep, you still can't leave the house and go out for the evening -- that's frowned upon by most childcare experts. Consequently we're left with this cavernous four-to-five-hour block of time to fill before we officially go to bed.
And do you know how we usually fill this time? By watching television! Depending on the night, we will watch several episodes of a completely disposable, completely interchangeable lineup of shitty reality shows! Here is how every single show goes: in the first ten minutes the challenge is announced. Then we see the contestants work on it. Then we see the judges criticize their work and the contestants receive their comeuppance. Then someone wins. Then there is a small degree of inconsequential suspense. Then someone is eliminated. Then that person talks about how they're doing much better now. And then we start a new show!
Tonight we were both home at 5:30. The baby was fussy yet still somewhat patient so we decided, in the a burst of wild-hearted spontaneity, to go to a restaurant for an early dinner. Alice started fussing but she was content to lie down on the banquette while we quickly ate. Then we came home and put Alice to bed. L fell asleep on the couch at 6:30. I watched "Top Chef Just Desserts," 20 minutes of an Oprah Winfrey show about 30 year-old virgins, and "The Apprentice." L woke up near the end of that last show. Then she went into the bed to sleep for real, and I continued watching a random episode of "Big Love." Scripted television is a rare treat in our house.
So, in sum, I am a little bored. I feel guilty going to the gym in the evening because I'm away from my family and leaving L with all the childcare duties. But damn if it isn't kind of boring to be home all night, every night. Too tired to read or write, too awake to sleep. Television is easy, but it's so insipid.