House of Pearlman

Allison’s gone back to work, so I’m now Mr. Mom.

I’ve been really looking forward to it, actually. Nobody seems to think that I’m going to be able to cope, but we had a really fun time today. After Oscar’s preschool, we drove by the building that Allison’s working in, then went to wash the car (and took pictures and video), and then went to Home Depot to pick out some bins for Oscar’s Lego.

At home, we ate, worked the Lego, talked, and played air guitar to some of Oscar’s favorite Buddy Holly and Bill Haley tunes. But intermixed with those activities were respites where Oscar insisted on watching the Wiggles. It ended up being good for me, because I got some work done.

I’ve had back and forth thoughts on the value/evil of TV for years now. I LOVE TV. Was totally addicted as a kid. But we got rid of ours about a year ago. TV bothers me not because it’s universally bad for you, but because it’s addictive and it’s hard to turn it off.

Nobody can convince me that Northern Exposure, Smiley’s People, or the Carol Burnett Show are unhealthy. The problem is, once you turn that damn box on, the good stuff gets mixed in with local news, sports that you really don’t care about, reality TV and everything else.

It sucks the life force out of you.

Tomorrow’s the first full day solo with Oscar. Should be fun. Extended time in pajamas will be on the docket, I’m sure.