Tescoing, and slinging, that's at least a little bit of exercise right there, yes?
I'm not feeling guilty about it, I'm going to watch one of my guilty pleasures instead: Girls of the Playboy Mansion. Feeding a baby night and day (a baby who can't be fed in bed due to aforementioned projectile vomiting issues - I'm not going to be scrubbing milk out of my mattress every day) means watching a whole lot of telly (well it does for me, I'm sure I could do something more useful with my time, but I'm not going to). I've learnt when all the good stuff is on, and persuaded Jacob that feeding = Mummy's turn with the remote. And whilst I like all kinds of serious, funny, good and clever telly shows, I also like to watch a whole lot of crap. In no particular order, my recent (guilty) delights include:
- Friends (obviously, and only because Jamie makes me feel guilty about it)
- America's Next Top Model
- Hawaii Five-O
- Girls of the Playboy Mansion
- 15/16/17/18 Kids and Counting
- Dog the Bounty Hunter
- Homes under the Hammer (but really, who doesn't?)
- Traffic Cops
- Dawson's Creek
- Little House on the Prairie
I've watched GOTPM (there's a clunky acronym, if there ever was one) for years, and whilst it should be the type of thing I utterly abhor, I've fallen in love with Holly, Kendra and Bridget and feel fully invested in their lives. The last episode was on the other night and now it's started again from the beginning, and I'm enjoying it just as much. I'm not going to apologise for this ;)
Hawaii Five-O is a recent addition to the list, which my sister-in-law introduced me to just after Josie was born. It's been repeated in the mornings while Jacob is at school, and it's great. It's funny, and cheesy, and fast-paced, and neatly wrapped up in 42 minutes. I love it.
So not exactly top-notch viewing, but they all make me happy, and I'd rather watch one of them than something that requires concentrating and paying-attention-to, which might be difficult when I get distracted thinking how utterly delicious my daughter's cheeks are or look down to see her smiling up at me.
Guilty pleasures are far more pleasurable than normal stuff. Which is why I'd rather read a pony book that I've read a thousand times since I was nine, instead of one of the books I got given for Christmas. I'll get round to them in due course, but right now I'm reading "I wanted a pony" and I'm enjoying the hell out of it.
And I won't mention that Jamie, despite his intellectual, bookish, oooh-look-at-me-I-got-a-First persona, enjoys, and even records, Jeremy Kyle. I therefore think I win.