Supernanny, the poor woman's anti-depressant

I love the show Supernanny. I DVR it and keep it in my saved shows for days when I really need it. Days when I think I've yelled as much as I can yell. Days when I'm ready to hand in my mommy-card and head to Mexico. And days when I think there can't possibly be a child in the world who listens less then mine. On those days I turn on a movie in Avery's room and then I plop down in the living room, hit the DVR button and enjoy the antics of people who have it less together then I do. Who needs Xanax when you have four episodes of Supernanny DVR'd?

As I watch the tv my mood changes drastically. I find myself smiling for the first time all day. Pretty soon I'm patting myself on the back because my kid doesn't kick me when I put him in time out. I don't have to chase him around the apartment and then out the front door when he's in trouble. My five year old does not still have a paci or drink out of a bottle. What the hell am I complaining about? My kid is an angel compared to these kids.

Of course this is generally a pretty short-lived euphoria. Supernanny is only an hour long after all...less if I fast forward through the commercials instead of trying to squeeze chores into those 2 minute breaks. Even if I have some time to myself once it's over Avery's movie usually ends soon after and then we're back to square one.

But I keep the memory of those misbehaving kids with me for the rest of the day and when Avery starts whining because we're having hot dogs again I just smile because at least he's not throwing the hot dogs at me or shoving them up his nose.

Thanks Jo Frost for making my day just a little bit better.