Even though I’m a firm believer that televisions do not belong in the bedroom, I have been semi-pleading with hubby to please let us have one. He is reluctant. Trouble in paradise? No way! However, I believe I have some very solid and compelling reasons to justify my plea.
- Each night on the living room couch as I’m cuddled up in hubby’s arms or watching tv or reading while he rubs my feet, I inevitably fall dead asleep. Guaranteed. To get me up and off of that couch to get ready for bed and move to our bedroom takes an Act of God. And by then, poor hubby has already brushed his teeth and has run all around the house to close everything down for the night while trying to gently prod me back to life. Wouldn’t it be so much easier if we started that last show in our room?
- On weekends when hubby has to be away and my boys are with their dad, I long for a little peace and quiet. Heavy emphasis on the quiet. There is constant loud squealing and crazy vocalization living with a non-verbal special needs adult. There are also several interruptions of his needs throughout the day. How sublime it would be to be able to sneak off to our quiet bedroom to watch mindless tv for just a little while? Oh, to dream.
- Lastly, and speaking as a patient who was just released from the hospital late last night, groggy-nauseous-unable to walk up & down these stairs easily-with no one else home to take care of my every need…a tv remote in my hand would mean that I was only a few clicks away from marathons of The Gilmore Girls. Or Breaking Bad. Or The Pioneer Woman. Yet, here I am without one.
Maybe if my handsome and loving hubby were to read this, he might change his mind?