Five Minute Friday --Real

So, it's 11:00pm on a Friday night and real life has interrupted blogging. And it's time for Five Minute Friday, and I'm pretty sure I don't have anything in me worthwhile, but I feel the need to try. Allergies have taken over and my head is pounding. I've gone through a box of tissues. My hormones have the upper hand and I've been less than pleasant today. And 2 of my girls had dress rehearsal for ballet recital this evening. But still the urge to attempt Five Minutes with the word prompt REAL is here.

REAL

START

I think my kids watch too much TV. I grew up without one and have a love/hate relationship with ours. I love the mindless moments of entertainment after the kids go to bed. I love multitasking while folding laundry. I love the quiet it brings when I put my kids in front of it with the Netflix queue full of choices (except when they fight over which show they are going to choose).

I love Psych, ... And Downton Abbey. I enjoy a good chick flick or a little bit of action.

But I hate it when I choose TV over quality time with my kids. Or when I choose to vegetate instead of create, whether it be with words, or my handmade note cards.

I get frustrated when I sit down to watch it and get nothing else done... And then realize that the kitchen needed my attention.

And I wonder... Why do I watch an actor play at life instead of living my own?

Stop
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