My husband is 100% hooked on the television.  It has been his friend since childhood.  He says it’s the brother he never had.  He has a brother.  That’s a whole different story.  He knows it, he can quote nearly anything that’s been on it since 1970, he loves it.

Me, not so much.

I’m not saying that I hate television.  Quite the opposite, really.  I like it.  I just don’t LOOOOVVVVVVE it like my husband.  I’ll watch certain shows regularly, a couple of shows if I’m really bored and happen to be flipping channels, some for information purposes (HGTV).  However, when my husband isn’t home, it doesn’t usually occur to me that the television would need to be on.  My kids will even ask for permission before they turn it on to watch.  Is that odd?

Recently, when I came home from the grocery store, my kids had the Beastie Boys jamming on the Blue Ray player through the television and speakers in the family room.  Exactly as I would prefer, and when I walked in it brought a smile to my face.  It was surprising, though.  It’s not often I get to walk in to music.

My husband was slaving (because of course I am a TYRANT) in the basement.  We’re trying to finish it, you see.  Sometime before my demise would be nice, thanks.  I went down to tell him I was home and commented that the kids were completely rocking out, and he said happily “It reminds me of when we were dating.  Whenever I would come up you would have the Beastie Boys playing really loud at your townhouse.”

I also had a beer in my hand, but that was neither here nor there.

Which brings me to the point that I get completely irritated by the amount of television watched in this house.  Increased tele = decreased accomplished.  THIS is why I am regarded as a TYRANT.  Why, o’ why would you want to do something that decreases your motivation and simultaneously irritates your mate?  I can’t answer that.  When something as simple as turning on the stereo takes you back to “the good ol’ days” when things were simpler, and easier, possibly happier, would you do it?  It was a time that was certainly less stressful, at the very least.

Music in the house makes everyone happy, everyone productive, everyone pleasant.  Especially me.  I’m not always a tyrant.  I even danced in my family room for a bit.

I don’t remember ever dancing to the television.  Sitting, yes.  Sleeping?  Definitely.  Find me the upside to that.