I'm in way too deep...

This is how I found out.

Amelia likes Miley Cyrus, and Selena Gomez, and Miranda Cosgrove, and on and on and on. I usually let her watch a show or two when she gets home from school, before homework and "whatever" activity that particular afternoon. This particular afternoon it was "Hannah Montana - The Movie". It was also dance class night but, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I have to admit I like the TV the kid watches now, compared to just a few years ago. Hannah, Wizards of Waverly Place and iCarly are much more watchable, for adults, than Dora, The Wiggles and Imagination Movers. Some of the jokes are clearly written for grown-ups and the rest is... well, it's ok. My complaint? There are a finite number of shows and episodes, so it doesn't take long to know them. Word for word, beginning to end.

This particular afternoon, Amelia watched some of "Hannah Montana - The Movie", then turned it off to do homework and get a bath before dance class at 5:30. As is typical, we were rushing to get her ready and out the door to class. I let her watch some more of the movie as I did her hair(it helps keep her still long enough for me to ponytail...easy peasy) and somehow we left it on when we took off for the dance studio. Parents are not allowed to stay and watch the class so, I usually go home to cook dinner. I have to pick her up again at 7:00. That means I have just enough time to get home, get it made, then get back to pick her up.

I walked into the house and right into the kitchen. I was deep into making dinner, the tv was providing background noise, when the "ho-down" scene came on. You remember the one, right? It's when Miley is pulled up on stage, to do a number with the band, and gets everyone dancing to that catchy song, "doin' the ho-down, doin' the ho-down...". You don't remember it?... Oh. Well, it is actually a pretty good song. I know, but it is... I guess.

Unconsciously(I swear), I rocked out to the song, as I was cooking and a couple of minutes later found myself reciting dialog. Out loud. In my kitchen. By myself. Hannah Montana dialog. I had been listening to Hannah Montana on the tv, rockin' & recitin', for almost 45 minutes. No kid in the house. The realization stopped me in my tracks. I mixed a drink, walked into the living room and switched the tv to Sirius XMU, turned the stereo up to mind-numbing, sat on the couch, and had myself a little cry. Having so completely lost my dignity, I deserved it.

stayathomebryan is much better now. Really.