Seeking: A Comment, A Wig & A (Tall) Shot of Vodka

Some people watch reality television because it's an escape from their own reality.  Not me.  Reality television is my reality.

(Bachelor Pad, Season One, Roughly 4am)

The average viewer experiences love, passion, fantasy and creativity.  Don't get me wrong.  I feel those things as well, but they look more like the magical room seen below (coupled with a side of exhaustion, and a tall shot of vodka):

A Pretty Standard Control Room: This One is For an Upcoming Show on VH1 

Instead, my escape is the leaning tower of paperbacks on my nightstand.  One of my latest reads was the insanely eloquent Eleanor Brown's, "The Weird Sisters".  Here's an excerpt that really resonated with me, and I've searched for the answers to her questions ever since.

"How old were you when you first realized your parents were human?  That they were not omnipotent; that what they said did not, in fact, go; That they had dreams, and feelings, and scars?  Or have you not realized that yet?  Do you still call your parents and have a one-sided conversation with them, child to parent, not adult to adult?"

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this... (comment section below: hint, hint)

I believe most of my conversations with my mom are adult to adult, but I definitely reserve the right to revert back to the decade of my choice at any point in time, which I am sure she enjoys.

As for my chats with my little ones, I hope to keep them one-sided for as long as humanly possible.  I mean, honestly, who wouldn't want to receive the latest voicemail I marked as 'saved'?

"Hi Mommy.  It's Emilia.  I don't like your new colored hair, but... um.... I love you anyway.  

Now come home."

Too bad "save forever" wasn't an option.