Getting Lost

Today I was faced with an ethical dilemma and its BIG. My dilemma is along the same line as death penalty versus life imprisonment. Life support versus pulling the plug. Stealing a loaf of bread to eat versus starving to death. All day long I've wrestled with my decision.

Should I watch Lost on Wednesday night or DVR it and watch it later when the kids go to bed? I told you it was big. Life changing. Earth shattering.

You see, Lost is an event, not an hour of television watching. Its a three hour event. One hour recap of last season and then two brand spankin' new episodes back to back. I could DVR it and then spend the evening looking longing at every television I pass in the house. Why torture myself like that? I've waited 8 months for this night.

So why don't I just watch it? I can give you four reasons: Julia, Jenna, Ryan and Emma. There ain't no way on God's green earth that those four would leave me be for 3 hours. My general rule when Lost airs is no one disturbs me unless they are bleeding, and not just bleeding, bleeding profusely. Broke a bone? It can wait an hour, shoot you'd wait at least that long in the ER. Bumped your head? It can wait. The only medical crisis that I can think of that needs immediate attention is profuse bleeding, well and maybe a heart attack. But with the oldest child on that list being 11, I think we can safely rule out the possibility of a heart attack, unless it's me after some earth shattering revelation on Lost.

{Note to self: Check into getting a defibulator machine}

What's the big deal? you ask. Go watch your "event" for three hours. If you seriously are telling me this you must be a man. Sure, if you're a guy you can hold your kids off for 3 hours but if you're a mom... let's just say you feel really loved.

Then there's the guilt. How can you abandon your children for 3 hours??? I admit, it makes me feel tremendously guilty but then I tell myself I'm pretty much here 24/7. Consider it a "girls night lost." And Ross volunteered to take care for kids.

Done deal! I'm getting Lost. But where am I getting Lost? The living room is out of the question for four very obvious reasons.

But there's my room through those double doors. Freshly cleaned.

And so many seating options. My big comfy, empty bed.

Or I could turn that big comfy chair and ottoman around and watch the tv there. But seriously, who am I kidding? Those kids will be pounding on those double doors within 15 minutes of my sequestration. Plus, the lock really doesn't work very well so the pounding will have the doors bursting open revealing Emma and Ryan and possibly Jenna and then they'd never go away. This would never work.

What to do? What to do? Looking around my bedroom I saw this:

The double doors into my bathroom.

And look at all that big open space.

I called down to Ross and soon we had those double doors off their hinges...

Because that's the only way to get that big @ss chair in the bathroom. Yep, I'm watching Lost in the bathroom. Behind not one, but TWO sets of double doors. The cable cord for the tv is about 20 feet long so it will reach into the bathroom.

I needed to practice to make sure this was going to work. Now I just need a cooler for drinks and I can put snacks on the counter and I'm set because once I close those doors I'm stuck in there until its over. If those kids see me, I can kiss it all goodbye.

If I get bored during the commercials there's a bunch of naked Barbies to play with. But somehow, I think I'll muddle through without them.

Now go away! It's time to get Lost!