In Which I Am Shallow And Also Negligent Mother

I just finished season four of Mad Men Saturday night, and yesterday I experienced a full-on depression when I realized I had nothing to look forward to watching that night. I suppose this SHOULD be the time to ponder my tv addiction and find some more constructive nightly routine, like exfoliating my face or learning to knit or organizing my mysteriously overcrowded-yet-filled-with-nothing-useful-for-dinner cupboards, but all I really want is another show in which to submerge myself. I settled for watching Gordan Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares last night, and while it was certainly entertaining, I'm afraid that the horrors of undercooked mussels don't have quite the same dramatic pull as Don Draper's skinny ties, endless Old Fashioneds and dubious taste in women.

So. Tell me what to watch next, por favor. And DON'T say Tudors, because I am TRYING to watch the last season, and Netflix is having some kind of problem with that show and the screen freezes every couple of frames while the soundtrack continues unabated. I have been checking it daily for over a week to see if it's fixed, and am getting so annoyed I have to restrain myself from hurling the remote through the screen. I was halfway through this last season when the problem started, so until it resolves, I am just STUCK with all these mysterious loose ends (though, having read many a Phillipa Gregory novel in my time, I am PRETTY SURE I know how things are going to turn out.)

Oh, and as long as you're dispensing advise, maybe you could tell me how to keep my son from jumping into every body of water he passes. Saturday our town had its annual downtown fair, and Eli took the opportunity to hop waist deep into the center fountain as breezily as though he was splashing in a puddle. Then yesterday our family was at the pool for all of fifteen minutes when a storm suddenly rolled into the horizon. At the first thunder crack the pool was evacuated, and a few minutes later when the rain became imminent, they sent everyone home. So we were scurrying around trying to get everyone toweled off and pack things back up, and when we turned around to get Eli, he had flung himself back into the water and was paddling around gaily as a lifeguard approached to fish him out. He was literally the only person in the water, so that was a... proud moment.

Oh and also Jameson is crawling around everywhere and it's a lot of fun except that, now that he can sit up at will and pull himself to standing and all that, he views his crib as a the equivalent of a KGB cell. He instantly starts wailing and crying whenever I put him down, even if he was so tired that his eyes were literally falling shut just seconds earlier. This is very distracting when I'm trying to watch Mad Men, as you can imagine. Maybe a ciggy and an Old Fashioned would help.