On strike

I don’t generally watch a lot of television. It’s not because I think I’m too intellectual for it or because I feel it rots your brain. It’s just because between work, raising an almost two year old child, and taking care of my house and crazy pets, there is rarely enough time in the day.

However there are a few shows that I genuinely enjoy, like “The Daily Show” with Jon Stewart. I watch that show almost religiously. It’s part of my nightly routine. Once everything is done and the baby is asleep, I can sit in the peace and quiet of my house and watch for half an hour before I go to sleep.

Last night I waited patiently, biding my time while I tried to make dinner, do the dishes, feed the animals and attempt to keep my crazy pets from knocking the tree down. I did it all with my two year old in my arms, because he’s suddenly at that clingy stage, but I didn’t mind, because I knew I would get the chance to wind down once I was finished. I got through all of the demands of the day, laid my baby down to go to sleep and turned the television on, eager for some informative humor.