For years I enjoyed unfettered access to our television. The one I bought with my own money. I could watch what I wanted when I wanted and for however long I wanted.
But then my daughter was born. And then my son.
Now I must share my television watching with them. Which means sacrificing football games for Spongebob Squarepants and Lost for Phineas and Ferb. Okay, so the second one is really kind of acceptable because I really, really like Phineas and Ferb. But you get the idea.
But even though I had to sacrifice what I wanted for what they wanted at times, I retained my position as the official Handler of the Remote Control in our household. A coveted position, no doubt. And one that’s been challenged of late by my daughter.
To understand why men are so remote control conscious and how that applies to life, please head on over to katdish’s blog. And for heaven’s sake, let your husband/boyfriend/significant male other have this one responsibility. We need it.
