It’s It

Recently I was poking around in our basement and came across our old TV tables.  They look totally better than that sounds.  I still remember when we bought them— they’re very sleek, made of dark wood and they fit into this rectangular base that turns them into a slim, streamlined vertical rectangle of pure apartment living bliss.

I came to the very troubling, yet real realization that we may never need our beautiful TV tables ever again.  Or at the very least, we’ll remember them just in time to notice that Jacob has smuggled them into his hatchback as he takes off for college…

Back before kids, I think we ate dinner in front of the boob tube almost every night.  What extravagance.  What luxury.  What indulgence!  Clearly, we had no appreciation for the freedom of eating over carpet.

Speaking of indulgence, last night might have been the first night James and I have been home in our own house, at night, together, while both boys enjoyed adventures at Grandma and Granddad’s.

We ate in the kitchen, but we didn’t even need to Swiffer the floor or scrub down the chairs.  We watched the Americans on super high volume, without closed captioning.  James even made a quick trip to the corner liquor store to bring home It’s It’s.  We ate them on the couch and stayed up till 11.  What extravagance.  What luxury.  What indulgence!

I wish I’d thought to bring up the TV tables…