6 Shows I’m Addicted to Right Now

I love a good TV show. The escape, after a long day. It allows you to forget, for at least 30 minutes, all that shat that’s happened and transports you to another time, another place, another family’s disaster. Here is my top 6 list for a welcomed escape right now:

  1. This show with John Ross Bowie (oh, hello, Kripke) as devoted dad and husband to Minnie Driver’s beautiful character as a mom of 3, one of which is special needs, shows the hilarity that can shine through a very stressful and delicate family dynamic. She will do ANYTHING for her family. And sometimes that fuqs shat up. In a super raw, awesome way. Love Minnie Driver and this show lets her own her greatness.
  2. The Walking Dead. I mean, come on. Zombies that can’t run taking over the world and eating faces off of people who are mostly totally capable of out-running them, Jeffrey Dean Morgan as a lovely sadistic mad man, what’s not to love?! I go through withdrawals when this show ends for the season. I even have my own version of Talking Dead at work. I think I have a problem.
  3. Better Call Saul. Season 3 hasn’t started yet but I’m so addicted to it that I can’t get it out of my mind. This is a prequel storyline to Breaking Bad that follows Walter’s crooked lawyer, Saul Goodman (say it to yourself but split the last name into 2 words… you’ll get it). It’s witty and human and honest and I LOVE IT.
  4. Modern Family. I can’t help it. This show is so awesome. The relationships, the snark, the situations (shenanigans, if you will), this show always ends with me in tears. In a good way.
  5. Game of Thrones. AMMIRITE?! Can I getta whit-niss?! This show. I just can’t. If you’ve never seen it, if you think, “I’m not into that stuff”, yes you are. You are. I promise. Get HBO just for this. It’s totally worth it. Warring families, crazy kings, a beaten down girl who becomes a woman who tames dragons and walks through fire (AKA, me), it’s AWESOME. Totally unpredictable so you watch at attention the ENTIRE TIME. After each show I’m exhausted. I bet I even lose weight. Like running a marathon of greatness.
  6. Silicon Valley. Another HBO gem, this show follows a group of nerdy tech workers who Forrest Gump their way to become major players in Silicon Valley. It’s HIL-AR-IOUS. And educational. Not in an “oh my gawd, why is the teacher rolling that TV into our class?! Maybe it’s a rated R mov- nope, Bill Nye the Science Guy again.” Then I have to yell across the room to my friend who isn’t paying attention and is still super excited, “Hey, Kate, don’t get excited. It’s Bil-no, it’s Bill Nye again.” Not like that. It’s educational as in, “Wow, I totally would have forgotten to register my idea as a business, too!” Anyway, thumbs up from me.

There you have it. My fave TV shows. What shows can YOU not live without?

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The Extraordinary Way Hodor Is Every Mom’s Hero

Any Game of Thrones fans out there? My husband, Rick, and I are addicted. We’re still detoxing from the Season 6 finale. What keeps me watching is how quickly the sordid story line moves. What keeps me intrigued is how extraordinarily human the characters are. It’s easy to see yourself in Sansa as she grows a backbone while busting balls and taking names or relate to the loneliness of Jon… Oh, Jon. I can help you with that. Wait, what? I mean… Or Geoffry’s desire to torture and kill people who make him mad. No? Me either. I don’t ever think about that either.

Anyway, what I didn’t expect was the character that emotionally grabbed me during last season and permanently became my spirit animal with one scene. Hodor has always been in the background. His dedication and loyalty have always been admirable traits but traits easily overlooked and taken for granted. But then he was given a grand purpose bigger than himself and bigger than Bran. As I watched Hodor hold the door to give humanity a chance for survival I saw it.  I felt it.  His pain, his agony, his intentions that were so strong, willed by his unrelenting perseverance that only demons from the deepest depths of Hell could threaten to overwhelm.  As I watched Hodor “hold the door” I saw myself in him as a tear rolled from my eye, down my cheek.  A little bit of me died with him.  Feelings I had repressed for years were festering back to the surface. Let me back up.

Before I had kids I would look forward to my “me” time. Interpret that as you will. I interpret it as “a bath”. It was definitely the highlight of my day. I would get home from my second visit to the gym in a day (yes, I had enough free time to go to the gym TWO times a day. Lately I haven’t visited the gym in about 4 months. What? That’s not lately? You’re absolutely right.) I would squeeze my body into the small tub that is standard in non-luxury apartments, filled to the brim with hot water (since my water bill was included in my rent I had a personal rule that the water had to cover my boobs. Then and only then was the tub full enough. It’s a great rule of thumb.) I would dump into the water whatever Bath & Body Works shower gel was on sale during the last Semi Annual Sale and soak it all in. I’d lock the door. Not that anyone cared to come in. But it ensured that I was ALL ALONE. I’m an extrovert but I HAVE to decompress. Regroup and recharge myself. There’s something relaxing about allowing my mind to go blank. Totally blank. I didn’t have ANY thoughts in my head. I forgot what that’s like. Slight tangent alert: The other day I thought my dog, Lola, ran away. Turns out she was just hiding. I don’t even know where! Sometimes I think she’s a time traveler. Hell, she may not even be a dog.

Anyway, when I had my daughter I quickly realized that the “me” bath time was over. She wasn’t a sleeper or one of those babies that was happy being away from my body. She made that quite apparent from the beginning. It pretty much went down like this: I took her home and she sat me down on the couch and said, “Listen, ma. This sleep thing. Yeah, not fa me. I’m gonna need you to stop it with the ‘night time’ routine. It ain’t gonna help. Also, dis ‘you bein’ alone’ thing needs ta stop, too. It’s my time now. Get dat? My. Time.” Not sure why, in my mind, my newborn daughter sounds like Joe Pesci… Anyway. I would take a bath with her baby seat next to the tub or a shower with the curtain open so she could see me. If she couldn’t, well, she made it very clear that she was not happy with that situation. Things in the “alone time” department just got worse from there.

When my husband and I moved into our first house I was SO EXCITED! We had a HUGE tub. Oh the baths I could take in there! I purchased one of those things that sits across the tub with a book holder AND A WINE GLASS HOLDER! I couldn’t find one with a bottle holder so I had to settle but that’s ok. AND A BOOK?! I haven’t read a book since I was a flight attendant 13 years ago! I had visions of locking the world out again. Bath party of one? HERE! I’m right here! Please don’t give my table away!

Then I realized that there was no lock on the door to the master bathroom. And thus began a “discussion” between Rick and me that would plant the seed for my connection with Hodor, still years away from being realized. Me: We need a door on the bathroom that locks. Rick: But then I can’t get in if I need to. Me: We need a door on the bathroom that locks. Rick: Just lock the bedroom door. Me: There are times when I need to get into the bedroom but I can’t because you’ve locked the bedroom door to take a shower. We need a door on the bathroom that locks. Rick: Changes the subject.

But, where there’s a will, there’s a way. One day I had an epiphany. I pulled my ponytail holder from my hair and wrapped it around the two French door handles. Done. Now I can rest in peace. Now I can- Nope. My three-year-old son broke it. He broke the ponytail holder. Then he sauntered into the bathroom simultaneously breaking my dreams of quiet and hopes of dignity as he began to take HIS clothes off to join me. Uh- RIIIIIIIIICK!

kids breaking in

When we moved into our new new house I once again had big expectations for my bathtub. Ok, full disclosure. If I WANT to lock myself away in “A” bathroom now, I can. We have more than one bathroom. But I want MY tub. Mine. Not some spare bath tub that hasn’t been properly broken in with my bubbles and grime. It’s the equivalent of a dog pissing on its favorite tree. Locking my bedroom door doesn’t fix the problem. My kids will just sit outside the door knocking and crying and screaming my name until the dogs join in with their howling and the neighbors become concerned and the next thing you know the police are busting in the door while the hubs is asleep in the basement watching Game of Thrones on the big screen. Rick, this is a matter of saving humanity. MY humanity.

So fast forward, as I watched the Hodor hold the door I realized that he was humanity’s rubber band, only with more loyalty and determination. My theoretical door lock that tried so hard to protect me but in the end couldn’t hold them back.  I had a flashback to Roman flinging the door open with all of his might, so proud that he found my hiding place. It started with a “Mooooooom! Where are you?” Then the door jiggled as he rattled the handle. Next were his little fingers showing me beneath the scantily locked door that it was, in fact, him. As opposed to anyone else who sounds like a little bear cub that might be trying to breach my fortress of solitude. My ponytail holder yelled to the universe, “HODOR!” with a primal cry but, alas, there was nowhere to go.  The monster had one objective. He had me cornered and he knew it.  The hands that had once been so cute and sweet were now prying their way in and neither Hodor nor I couldn’t stop the invasion.  My rubber band snapped.  Hodor was overcome.  Yes, they found me.  My kids found my quiet place.  Now, I realized, there truly was no safe place. Just a little quiet. That’s all I want.

Please tell me you have secret ways to get some quiet time!  Any suggestions left inter comments are greatly appreciated!

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