We’ve never really fought over the remote. When we were younger, we had similar tastes in movies and television.
Besides, we were so busy building our lives; we rarely sat in front of the television anyway.
As we grew older though, our tastes did drift apart. Somewhere along the line, Dale developed a love for old Westerns and DIY shows where the hosts have to scream to get their point across. My love for true crime and documentary deepened and I always have to watch the news – both of which he hates.
When Dale was home, he usually retreated to the family room, which was a man cave in the basement. He watched whatever he liked and I either hibernated in my office, read in the living room, or watched one of the other four televisions in the rest of the house.
It was ok, it was just the way we lived our lives.
It’s not an option in the Little House. There’s only one television – there’s no room for more. Even if there was, the sound carries in such a way that we would be playing dueling sound control, even with the bedroom door closed.
Turns out, I kind of like spending time with my husband – and we’ve actually learned that two people can share the remote!
Oh, yes, there’s been those times when we’ve pointed the remote at each other and pretended to be in the movie “Click,” but largely we’ve learned how nice it is to be together physically, even if we’re not into what the other is doing mentally.
Sure, he can still out snore any of the dogs on my nights watching one of those true crime shows, and I have learned to read while there are guns shooting and pretend Native Americans whooping through his old Neanderthal Westerns.
It’s only TV – one of those little things in life that doesn’t really matter.
Besides, if I can’t tune it out, I also have my secret weapon: My iPod!
Is having the remote an issue in your house? When was the last time you took it/gave it up?
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