Monday, November 16, 2009
the results of too much reality tv
i'm downstairs watching "dancing with the stars" (oh, be quiet, you have NO idea how addicting it can be.) josh is upstairs working on his Bible study lesson for wednesday night. i hear samuel (who is teething like there's no tomorrow) starting to cry through the monitor. and i actually have the nerve to sit on my butt, waiting to see the judges' scores, hoping that josh will get up and put that darn pacifier back in the baby's mouth. of course, i quickly came to my senses and realized that my husband's study of the word of God is exponentially more important than my finding out if the dancing couple got a 10 or not. however, as i trudged up the stairs to soothe my wailing baby, all i could think of was, "he's just lucky i'm not watching "the bachelor!" "