BarefootinBoston

So, A and my favorite show to watch together is Scrubs. We LOVE the show so much we own each season on DVD and somehow even though we’ve seen the episodes before, still look forward to watching them again and laugh at each joke like it’s the first time we’ve heard it. However, this is the last season! FRICK! This is the only show we ever watch, schedule the time during the week to watch. We don’t have cable and use rabbit ears to get the major networks. We have no idea what we are going to do once all television is in HD…yikes. I guess after this season it won’t matter (to me at least, A will still want TV for the sports).

But back to Scrubs-it has been on hiatus because of the writer’s strike I expect, but I miss it so. I find myself getting excited for Thursday evenings to be able to lay on the couch with A and watch Scrubs and laugh ourselves silly.

But for now, we are banished to the bedroom to read the night away…

I just finished reading Momzillas and enjoyed it quite a bit. I don’t have to deal with such uber moms on a regular basis but know how they can be. My favorite quote (however insightful it may be) was:

You can run but you can’t hide. Momzillas are everywhere. Some might compete about being thin, or having better dressed kids, but others compete about being cooler or a better breast feeder.

Ever since having E, I feel that I have judged other mothers less. Prior to his birth, I would always think, sometimes even say, all the things that I wouldn’t do that I had seen other mothers doing. After having E, I began to understand that you do what you must to get by and can see how mothers would do things that didn’t seem to make sense. I wish that I could say that with that realization I no longer judge. What?! Me no longer judging people? Something world changing would have to happen for me to stop judging, but I can say that I now judge mothers a whole lot less than I used to!

I guess the title of this post was to reflect on some mothers and the importance of image. I guess having a Bugaboo stroller is the ultimate waste for me to imagine. Don’t get me wrong-if I were given a Bugaboo, I would use it, and probably enjoy it. But I cannot even fathom spending almost 10 Benjamin’s on a stroller. Maybe because we don’t own a house yet, maybe because I’m all about the bargain hunting, but to spend such a large sum of money on a stroller is something I can never understand.

And apparently I did pretty well with the NBA teams-I missed only 6, not bad, not bad!