The other day I took the girl to the library. While she was wandering around looking at books, I decided to head over to the DVD section to see what I could find. By the way, I do realize some people would probably say I should be looking for “books” at the library and not DVD’s…get over it.
So I’m in the DVD section scanning for a certain television series I’ve been wanting to catch up on and as I look up…I see it. My favorite show as a teenager. I watched
every season of it. I hadn’t seen it in years and there it was.
Do you remember this television series? I remember watching every episode in the 80’s. As a recap I’ll remind you:
Thirtysomething was “introduced as a a new kind of hour-long drama, a series which focused on the domestic and professional lives of a group of young urban professionals.”
You know cool people.
Grown ups with complex lives and secret relationships.
People who have cocktail parties and couple’s dinners where they all sit around for hours and laugh and talk over their wine glasses.
You know cool people. Who all gather on the front porch with their well behaved children, the token good looking single friends and the adorable dog who doesn’t bark at every car that drives by.
When they had a crisis it was wrapped up by the end of the show and even the “drama” in their lives was “cool drama.”
So there I stood in the DVD section of the public library, bent over staring at this television series all lined up one season after the other and I thought…
“Oh my gosh! I’m thirtysomething!”
“Oh crap! I’m actually almost fortysomething! And Bama Boy IS fortysomething.”
“And I’m not feeling so hip and cool.”
“I thought I was supposed to feel hip and cool when I was thirtysomething.”
“Instead I feel tired, my feet and back are starting to ache a little. I still have acne which was supposed to go away when you’re thirtysomething. I am having to already help choose a college for my teenage son who’s closer to twentysomething than
I. will. ever. be. again.
I. will. ever. be. again.
“I stay home most days homeschooling, and cleaning, and cooking and, cleaning up dirty stinky dogs who roll in poo…and washing piles of laundry.” I’ve even been known to wear Bama Boy’s sweats around all day because all of mine are in the above mentioned piles of laundry.”
“This is SO NOT how I thought thirtysomething would be.”
So I have decided that it is best not to watch television shows that portray certain seasons of life in unrealistic ways. Especially ones you haven’t reached yet. It just sets you up for disappointment.
Sigh…I guess I won’t be catching up on those Golden Girls episodes now.
at the fence…