Self-Portrait Tuesday: Anatomy Of A Sunday Night

Apologies to those who come here for the knitting (or anything other than the most mundane aspects of my life) -- it's a big SPT today. Loads of eliza-knitting tomorrow, I promise.









So, the SPT theme this month is "Time," and it seems that Kath is looking for us to explore some of the aforementioned mundane aspects of daily life. Believe you me, as a stay-at-home mom, I can deliver. So, I was thinking about time, how I spend time, how I waste time... and the biggest time drain I could think of is The Oscars. I get Oscar fever every year and by the end of it, I always wonder why I allow myself to let so many hours of my life just slip away. So, I present to you, the anatomy of my Sunday night:

4:30 p.m. -- Oscars yet to start, Aaron and Ruby out for coffee, I leisurely check my email. Sigh.
5:30 p.m. -- With the pre-game on in the living room, I feed Ruby her delicious pasta dinner.
6:30 p.m. -- Still excited about the Oscars, I watch on as Isaac Mizrahi fumbles over himself.
7:30 p.m. -- Bath time. I kill time as the bath runs. Will Ruby be asleep in time for Jon Stewart's monologue?
8:30 p.m. -- I made it to the monologue, but I needn't have bothered. I'm clearly more excited about the wine and pizza.
9:30 p.m. -- Still an hour and a half to go, and I'm in an Oscar-induced coma. I don't even have the energy to knit.
10:30 p.m. -- The kitchen is a mess, the most heavy-handed self-righteous film nominated won Best Picture and I'm ready to sleep.

So, there you go. As I promised, mundane. On the bright side, I did win my Oscar wager with my father. Hooray.