The Truman Show

I'm starting to feel like Truman Burbank. Every week of my life is just like the one before it and the one after it. I take kids to school and do housework, shop, surf or knit while they're gone. I watch TV and play games and read books while they're here. I go to church and do the same things with the same people; I go to work and do the same things with the same people.

And the same things happen over and over again. There's a kid in the neighborhood who is ALWAYS walking around the block. It doesn't matter what time of day. I can hear the director saying, "Erica is leaving the house now. Cue Chubby iPod Kid." Then comes, "Wranglers, cue the Neighbor's Lab," in my yard. And as I'm driving away, "Cue traffic on 2nd street."

I think the directors like to throw a few things in here and there for comedic effect. Like the neighbor's baby, who cries are so important they take up BOTH channels of our baby monitor. That must be good entertainment for the late-night watchers. And, I bet this explains Matthew's lack of toilet training. He's really a child actor being paid to tinkle on the floor to give the show some laughs. They throw in some drama: marriage, work, kids with problems. You know, to keep women 18-35 watching.

I bet our upcoming cruise will be a logistical nightmare for the producers. New cast members, new locations, travel costs for the crew. It's probably a ratings stunt. May sweeps, no less!

I'd say we need some explosions and gun fights, but I think we should keep this a chick flick, okay, producers?