A Mom’s Problem – Staying Awake for Movie Night

Is it just me, or do all Mommy’s have problems staying awake to watch a movie? I usually am a bit of a night owl, but I need to keep moving or thinking to stay awake.

Typing! Reading! Cleaning! Any job will do! Once occupied I can potter away till midnight. But don’t ask me to watch a movie. My eyes just cannot focus for a full two-hour duration.

I switched on The Wizard of Oz for the kids the other day. After only ten seconds of music and credits, my son let out an enormous sigh.

“Will they ever be over?” he said, with a distinct hint of irritation.

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He then reached for the remote control and fast forwarded through the lot. Let me just say, it took a lot of fast forwarding for a movie that old.

The amazing buttons of the remote control don’t seem so magical to today’s kids. They take them for granted. Mom remembers moving her butt from the couch to wander over to the TV to change channels.

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Many programs received an additional few minutes of watching, in the vain hope the plot might improve, thereby eliminating the need to move. One advantage of the old channel changing dance, was the fact it kept me awake.

I don’t know what it is, but whenever my husband sticks on a DVD, I seem to hit my own internal snooze button, as soon as the opening credits begin to roll. Keeping in mind how short opening credits have become, I am sawing logs in no time at all. I know my husband sits down beside me in the hope I will at least last through the first hour. He turns to tell me how much he loves watching a movie together. I inevitably respond with a snore, that shakes the walls.

I believe a surround sound system could not drown out the rattles of my snores. Thankfully we live in our own house, with some space separating us from our nearest neighbors.  If we were still in an apartment with cardboard thin walls, any tenants next-door would be ear witnesses to my snore-fest.

I think there would be a greater chance of survival, if we watched movies with every single light bulb in the room switched on.  Blazing light might sear my retinas, forcing attention. Retreating to the basement is a pure disaster altogether. My husband should open the windows. Chilly night air might whip me into shape, refreshing my leaden eyelids.

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Or perhaps a less cozy chair might do the trick. He should insist I sit in the most uncomfortable chair.  You know!  The high-back, wooden, kitchen variety! Armrests should be out of the question. The wooden rungs on the upright back-support should poke my spine, if my head even droops for one second.

The truth is I am an annoying wife who falls asleep in the middle (or at the beginning) of movies. I am a lost cause. Even George Clooney or Brad Pitt, in all their handsomeness, are no answer to the call of the dark calm behind my eyelids.

So my poor husband must resign himself to the fact, we will never again have brilliant, in-depth discussions about each movie we rent. I agree to sit beside him on the couch, but I can never promise to keep my eyes open for the entire length of a movie.

 

Slan agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

Does Anyone Miss Cool, Video-Store Dudes?

All this talk about Netflix over the past few days, caused me to reminisce about now-near-extinct, video stores of bygone years.  No matter how much my husband advised me to curb my urge to chat with those ever-so-cool, video, check-out guys, I could never hold my tongue.  I inevitably asked silly questions, as I handed over my cash, knowing full well hubby was rolling his eyes to heaven behind me.

Sometimes I feel nostalgic when memories of our weekly trips come to mind.  DVD’s arrive in our mailbox with regular precision, twice or three times a week.



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Sometimes I feel like asking the mail box if the movie is any good? I probably would have as much luck with a response, as when I tried to ask questions of those video-shop dudes, manning the check-out at our local video store.

Does anyone miss their local, video rental store?

I enjoyed roaming the aisles looking at titles of old movies, not-so-old movies, and the rows of recent releases.

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I felt like I was on nodding good terms with the video people, but most of them were just cool, and extremely aloof.

My husband laughed at my attempts to strike a conversation with the cool dudes.  I was, and still am, possessed with a desire to put chat on people, who have no inclination whatsoever, to indulge my genealogical, Irish weakness.

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I usually started off by asking if my choice was any good. If lucky, I got a quick nod, but usually he just plain didn’t answer. My video-shop banter was never much appreciated. Sometimes I threw in a comment about how hard it was to get to the movies, and how lucky we were to have the video shop so close by.

Still, no response. His eyes would glaze over with a look of sheer boredom.  Often, he would respond with a jaw-stretching yawn.  Based on his lack of response, I think he would have been just as interested, if I had read him my grocery list. Inevitably, he would just scan my movie without even a glance.

Responding to my feeble attempts at conversation, was probably too demeaning for a movie aficionado.  Obscure or abstract comments about Woody Allen or Quentin Tarantino never simmered from my lips– just my usual, uninformed, new-release chatter.

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But alas, our video rental shop is no more. I will never again have the chance to find the perfect conversation topic, and finally get a video shop dude to have a chat.

So, as I return from the mailbox with the next DVD from our queue, I sigh. There is as much hope of a conversation with my DVD, as I ever had of striking up a chat with one of those cool, video-store dudes of yore.



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It’s hopeless.  Even this technique will get no response.

 

Slan agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

 

Irish American Mom