Sometimes I wish life had a pause button.
Today is Superbowl Sunday, of course. Tim and I really aren’t sports fans at all, and this is about the only sports game we turn on all year (unless the Spartans are in the Big 10 playoffs, that is). So we had the TV turned on to the pre-game stuff starting around 4. The kids were playing and were a little wild, but nothing major. And then, as soon as the game started, Tim and I just could NOT sit down and watch. The kids needed dinner (and drinks, and could they please have a treat, etc), the laundry needed to be switched and brought upstairs, and then it was Little Sister’s bedtime.
By this point, of course, Tim and I were starting to get annoyed. Then LS demanded that Tim put her to bed (instead of me, as I had planned), BB was messing around with the folded laundry, etc. We ended up turning the darn game off until after halftime, and we were both kind of cranky by then.
Tim said he wished we had a pause button. I agree. A pause button for what, you might ask? The kids, or everything else. I’m not picky. Actually I’d like to put the kids on hold for just a little bit while Tim and I do what we want. It feels like we’re already putting what we want to do on hold to take care of the kids. (Yes, I know that’s how it’s supposed to be, etc etc.)
And I know that some of you are going to say “Get Tivo!” I know, I know.