Taking a break from furious snort-feeding, the girl smiled up at me the other day. And I almost missed it because I was intently watching what the paternity test revealed on Maury. Why aren’t stay at home Moms sending angry petitions to cable television stations asking, nay DEMANDING, better shit to watch? Why are we made to feel so white trash and loser-ish when we turn the TV on? Because the only programming on during the day is Springer, Maury, news, Judge Judy and soap operas (I won’t watch a movie unless it’s from the very beginning, so forget these stories that started years ago. Unless Franco comes back. Then I’m in HARD.)
I want to be able to have something on that doesn’t make me feel like a terrible Mama when I see her watching the screen instead of the book I’m diligently and creatively reading to her. (Goodnight Moon simply cannot compete with Sprott-Shaw Community College commercials evidently.) Luckily we have channels that play old jazz and yes, I don’t need to have the tv on, but when it’s you, a little bubs and your dorky one-sided dialogue echoing off the walls of a small apartment all day, sometimes other human voices are necessary. Even if it's just to confirm YOU ARE THE FATHER.