I get so tired of looking for the tv remote. It's the biggest waste of time. Sure i get some exercise, moving the couch, tilting stands, lifting any piece of furniture lighter than 50 lbs. going up and down the stairs. Or from room to room, to room! But it gets old.
I wish that we could change the channel without remotes. Do you remember those days when we had to use our legs to change the channel. Sure we'd watch the commercials because we we're too lazy to get up, but that was our choice. There wasn't channel surfing, or watch two channels between the commercials. Before I make it sound like I am ancient, and that I was around before remote controls existed, I need to explain that we (anyone in my household other than my parents) weren't allowed to touch the remotes. I hated that as a child, but I obeyed. Now I understand why. Because if the kid touch the stupid things, they're lost. And they aren't in any reasonable place! One time I even called the kids parents that I babysat to see if it was in their diaper bag, by some chance, because it was NOWHERE in my house. But they were in my house, in the closest of the office in a bag. How is that possible!
The trash is Porter's favorite place to put them. Noah usually only loses the remote into the abyss of the couch. Hyrum- it could be anywhere, ANYWHERE in the house. From the basement to the toy box. And, yes, I always look in the regular places, which is anywhere in the living room or deep inside the couch. But just thoroughly checking the regular spots still takes me 15 minutes!
Oh what a pain. I guess I could use this in a positive way. Such as, to make money off of the devises I've invented in my head while searching for the controls. I don't mind sharing because if you invent them for me, then I love you. I've thought of everything from a beacon device, to a docking station, to a shocking sensation so it's never touched by those who shouldn't touch it.
So sad to say, but there's no shower for me today because of lack of a babysitter for Hyrum.
My apologies for this venting I've gone on and on, but it's just time that would be spent looking for that blasted remote!
