I feel it’s important to document my moments of Momnesia so that whoever ultimately decides I belong in the padded cell will feel completely vindicated.
So, like many couples, Scott and I have a nightly ritual. Once we’ve put Wee ‘Burb to bed, we typically sit down with our Tivo, Cornelius. Named after Yukon Cornelius of Rudolph fame. This is our second Tivo, our first, Big Papi, having passed about 6 months ago.
Anyway, we go through and determine which shows we want to watch. Yes, we watch TV at night. We’re intellectual neophytes. We’ve embraced it.
So once we’re settled into a show and a good couch snuggle, we’ll usually hear the jingle of Cous Cous’ collar going downstairs. And then the “who will let the dog out” dance begins. It goes something like this:
Me: Cous is downstairs.
Him: Is she scratching?
Me: Not yet.
Him: Okay. [goes back to whatever magazine or Internet article he’s reading until seconds later, we hear scratching on the sliding door downstairs]
Me: Now she’s scratching.
Him: Mmmm. [His way of pretending if he just waits it out, I’ll go down and take care of it. Only he knows this ain’t happening because I have the distinct pleasure of being Cous Cous’ full-time caretaker during the day. Which means I feel after-dinner doody is his duty, ya know?]
Me: Okay, now she’s whining.
Him: Sigh. Groan. Fine! [Gets up and goes downstairs]
Because I am a very considerate wife, I hit pause on the Tivo. Yes, I force him to go into the cold of night to let the dog take her 50 years to find the perfect poop spot, but he won’t miss nary a second of Dr. Phil. I’ll take my Wife of the Year Award now, please.
Anyway, so the other night Scott was packing for a work trip and for some reason I end up feeling bad for him every time he goes on these trips, even though it’s me who ends up being the single Mom trying to care for the insane dog and even more insane (and now mobile) baby. So I heard her scratching and instead of waiting for him to come out and here her, I was nice enough to go down and take her out.
But before I did, I hit the pause button on the Tivo.
The TV wasn’t on.
3 comments:
hahahahhahahahah. And where would we be without tivo/dvr? Love that thing ;)
HA! Oh, this is PRICELESS!
I can't live w/o my DV-R. Something about pausing and rewinding and fast-forwarding through all those damn commercials.
I never watch live TV anymore!
lol, too funny! That's our typical night too, we get the kids to bed and then we get the DVR going and vote on what show we're watching that night! love it!
Post a Comment