The Netflix Tales or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Baby

I was a total zombie. I was brain dead, bone tired, confused, frustrated, and hungry.

The first several postpartum weeks with a colicky baby were killer. then...we signed up for Netflix streaming. we started watching 'Friday Night Lights' episodes each night during Gibson's 5pm-10pm screaming bouts.

Did it make me less tired? not really. Did the stellar writing and acting teach me valuable parenting lessons? not so much. but it DID give me something to look forward to each evening - the outside drama (albeit fictional) broke me out of my bubble and reminded me to look up, out, and forward.

Belated thanks, Netflix! I owe you one! (well, actually, I think it's $8.99...)