Isn't it funny how I feel this huge sense of accomplishment when I carve out some time to watch my DVR'd shows after my kids go to bed?
As if, instead looking at it for what it really is--three precious hours of my life, hours that I'll never get back, sucked away by some spoiled-ass, whiny, punk Housewives--I should truly feel like I've gotten something done.
Did I cure cancer? End childhood hunger? Establish--or even try to promote--world peace?
Nope. None of those things.
But did I clear 6% of memory from our DVR storage? Oh, yeah. Check that off the list.
It's like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can sleep easy now.