But why can't I have a TV show about my family? Why can't you? What could I name my show?
"Fore!" (get it? Four of us. Fore -- watch out or duck! Wow. So clever, I know...)
More importantly, why do people watch these shows? Why do we want to watch kids and parents living their "daily lives." I put "daily lives" in quotation marks because I'm not convinced that this is the way they actually live. I imagine more screaming and hair pulling on the part of the parents when the cameras are off. I give them this, though -- Kate sure does know how to organize her house. That's great. I'm glad she's a Type A. If it were me with all those kids, I would be amazed if they even got dressed everyday or that they had clean clothes in their closets. I'm organized to a point, but there's always clutter and a bit of chaos strewn around the house, so it will never look like InStyle Magazine. Our current clutter problem has to do with toys and stuffed animals. It's time to box up toys and give them away to kids that might actually play with them.
So, I want my own show to illustrate how normal people live. You know -- waking up every morning after the kids have been up since 6 am watching old episodes of Scooby Doo and eating potato chips for breakfast. Or finding weird things growing under the bed. (Who put a cup of chocolate milk under the bed, anyway?) Kids jumping on the couch and on the bed. You doing the same. Losing things like keys and cell phone everyday. The constant whining over everything...
Too much reality?
Thought so.
Oh -- and I do think the Octomom would make a great show. She would bring a nice flavor of crazy to these type of shows.
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