Once Upon a Time, and other family bonding.

Husband and I were bonding tonight. We were watching t.v. together. Now to you this might not sound like bonding, but in my house it is. 

Now it started with dinner and a show, because we have found a show that I enjoy, and so do the girls. Husband pretends he doesn't like it, but he watches anyway. We watch Once Upon A Time each week on Hulu, and I've got to tell you I am pretty stoked at how family friendly it is has been. Unfortunately the more the plot continues, the more adult the themes become, and the less my girls are able to comprehend. Before it was just Snow White and Prince Charming have to get their daughter back. Now it has complex character relationships, and connections that I'm sure they don't understand. Not to mention just last week the show had its first ever cuss word, which, though I sometimes let my mouth get the best of me, was a disappointment. I'm not saying it is nothing my children haven't heard before, but I was actually in love with the concept of a show that reached both the adults and the tiny humans in my household. Here's to hoping that ABC decides to keep it available to the children as well, because there is nothing I love more than a Once Upon a Time marathon with my girls!

After the Monsters are in bed, however, it is a different branch of shows all together. Husband and I have been slowly branching out into different types of shows. Ok, so mostly I have been branching out into shows that grown ups are not afraid to watch. 

I will be the first to admit it. I am a big, fat scaredy-cat. I was not exposed to horror as a child, and to this day I will lie awake in my bed debating on whether or not I can handle closing my eyes.

This is, in fact, what happened to me just last night. After getting about, eh, 2 MINUTES into American Horror Story, I turned it off, because it just was not going to happen. That was a bit much for me to start off with. So instead, I chose Supernatural. Something about watching Jared Padalecki made it less...."real" to me. I have spent so many years watching him play Dean on my all time favorite show, Gilmore Girls, that seeing him on the screen again was easier than starting off with something where those people in fact could actually be real and quite possibly may have really been murdered. I can not even begin to understand my own mentality, but to me it seems rational. 

Or so I thought. Until it was time for Husband and I to go to bed and suddenly every noise was keeping me awake. I laid there until 2 a.m. waiting for myself to become so exhausted that my body and brain couldn't keep sleep at bay any longer. Needless to say, it was not an easy sleep.

So what do we do tonight after the Monsters are in bed? We watch it again. Silly me, thinking I could just trick myself into not being terrified of the dark! The first couple of episodes were not so bad, but slowly but surely I got to the point that I could not watch another episode. I played on my phone to distract myself from absorbing too much of the storyline, and when it became unbearable I told Husband we had to switch to something happy. He was hesitant to agree, but since neither one of us really wanted to walk into the bathroom alone, (Bloody Mary story lines! What gives??) he agreed. We tried to watch 30 Rock, which after only one episode didn't appeal much to him. I may try that one by myself during the day, but instead we turned on WWE. Yes, you read that right. I bond with Husband by watching wrestling. It has been a slow and steady process to make myself appear interested, and then finally ACTUALLY be interested. Everything from the ridiculous story lines ( really, who ARE their writers?) to the even more ridiculous costumes cracks me up. I love watching the Diva matches, and even took a break just now from writing to go watch one, because those chicks, I want to be them just for one day. The acting is shit, but they sure are strong. I know I couldn't lift another female the same size as me above my head...

The best part about watching wrestling with my Husband is that he does not care when I am more interested in the buff half naked guys running around than who actually wins the match. ;) Or that my main goal is to finally see The Rock wrestle. I'm waiting, patiently, because it is bound to happen eventually.

So for now I'm going to be avoiding all windows/mirrors/reflective surfaces, and pulling out my old favorite teddy bear to keep me company in the morning after Husband leaves for work. Because that stuffed bear, you just know it is going to keep me safe...