I have a private obsession. Lately at night, after the rest of my family goes to sleep (for my husband has turned into an early bird, and my tendencies are so "night owl" that I almost hoot and hack up pellets), I get something hot to drink, throw the blanket over the grateful dog, and settle in for at least two (but sometimes four) rounds of my addiction.
I am deep into the first season of Parenthood. I laugh, I cry, I pause the show to get a closer look at the incredible old houses they live in. Will Sarah ever begin living like she's aware of her worth as a parent and a human being? When will Adam snap under the pressure from his unsteady work environment, crazy Braverman family, Aspie son, and teenage daughter? Can Amber keep it together long enough to get into college? Does Crosby grow up into Awesome Father and Husband or lapse and screw up his amazing good luck in the ready-made-awesome-family department?
Don't answer ANY of those questions. I realize I am a good four seasons behind the rest of the show's fans. This is why I mention it on this nearly-dead blog instead of asking my friends if they watch it.
Don't tell me a thing. I'm going to watch it ALL play out, late at night in a dark room, drinking hot tea next to my snoring dog.