And on the 8th day, we watched television... 



In one short hour, I will no longer be the only parent, housekeeper, carpooler, dishwasher, cook, bill-payer, and school volunteer in the household.

The week went well, overall. Until today. It's 40 degrees and raining. I'm on my 8th day of single parenthood. I turned to my new best friend: the television. The kids got an hour of some Barbie flick in the morning and I just sat them down for one hour of "The Incredibles." (We need to leave to get daddy in a few minutes, so they shouldn't balk too badly about only watching half of it.)

Yes, 2 hours of television in one day. Sign me up for a parenting achievement award right now, folks.

40 degrees and raining. That will be my defense.

I saw David Letterman the other night (when the cat's away, the mouse stays up waaaaay too late.) Madonna was on. And she was a bitch. She asked Dave about his child. And them proceeded to play a rather nasty game of competitive parenthood with him. She doesn't let her children watch *any* TV. She doesn't let her children wear diapers after their 2nd birthday - even at night, it sounds like. And so on and so on....She actually told David Letterman that his parenting was obviously inadequate if his child was past two years old and not potty-trained. She made it sound like a joke.....but you could tell. You could tell that she was just trying to play the "I'm a better parent than you are" game. In that fake British accent of hers.

So, I've thought of a great idea for a reality show. Let's put Madonna in a small house for a week alone with her two children. And take away her nannies, tutors, chef, personal trainer, chauffeur, laundry service, maids, butler, bodyguard, personal shoppers and financial advisors....and see how she does. And if she's still so damn judgmental when she is done.

And with that, we are off to the airport!
 

Posted: Sat - October 22, 2005 at 03:25 PM          

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