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And at least I know which state I live in

Here’s my confession: I watch Days of Our Lives.

I started watching it when I was in junior high, and watched on and off for years. But when I moved to Mexico it was out of my reach, and then when I was an at-home mom of little kids I tried not to watch adult tv in front of them, and then I was a single working mom who left the house at 7:30 am and got home at 7 pm in time to start dinner and the evening routine and then do my freelance work once the kids were in bed. It never crossed my mind.

But when I moved to Michigan and started working from home, suddenly I had time and space and energy in my life. A friend mentioned DOOL one day, and I thought it would be fun to check it out, so I tuned in on my lunch hour. When I heard the opening music, I teared up, and as soon as I saw John Black giving Marlena his best Blue Steel, I was hooked again.

I cannot express the joy watching this show again has given me. When I’m home, I watch on my lunch break. When I’m not home, the episodes record on my DVR and I get the delicious pleasure of watching a few days’ worth at a time when I return. I get to watch every moment of melodrama, intrigue, backstabbing, passion, discovery, espionage, and bone-headed stupidity.

Yes, I watch it for the stupidity. I can’t be the only one who sometimes thinks she hasn’t played the hand she was dealt as well as she could have. I mean, single mom, divorced, back in school, struggling to get back into shape after allowing a perfectly good body to lie fallow for years, etc. So it’s refreshing to realize that I may not have made all the best decisions in my life, but at least I’m doing better than the citizens of Salem, collectively and individually.

To wit:

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  • I have never tried to kill the father of my children, and to my knowledge, hes never attempted to kill me 1 of 6
    I have never tried to kill the father of my children, and to my knowledge, hes never attempted to kill me
    Nor have the children or any of our parents attempted to kill either of us. I think it's pretty normal while going through a divorce to wish that your child's other parent would just disappear. In Salem, though, people put on black leather gloves and buy handguns and actually attempt murder. Or kidnapping. Or to make the other person go insane. My ex and I just had a lot of fights by text.
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  • I have never lied to my FBI-agent husband about having slept with my childrens father in a fit of anger 2 of 6
    I have never lied to my FBI-agent husband about having slept with my childrens father in a fit of anger
    I don't so much get the "I bonked him because I hate him" line of reasoning anyway, but I'd at least ‘fess up ASAP so it wouldn't fester and leave my teenage son who hates me open to blackmail.
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  • I have never accused my mother of trying to turn everyone against me because she plays Words With Friends with my son 3 of 6
    I have never accused my mother of trying to turn everyone against me because she plays Words With Friends with my son
    My mom doesn't have a smartphone to play WWF, but if she did, I bet she'd have a great time playing it with my 10-year-old.
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  • I have never moved into a new town and fallen in love with a handsome (albeit chest-waxed) corporate titan while secretly married to a loathsome Brit old enough to be my father 4 of 6
    I have never moved into a new town and fallen in love with a handsome (albeit chest-waxed) corporate titan while secretly married to a loathsome Brit old enough to be my father
    I haven't met any corporate titans since I've been in this new town. If I did, though, and had fallen in love with one, and somehow got past his chest-waxing habit, I'd certainly tell him about my marital status.
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  • I have never told my professor he slept with me while he was blackout drunk, then started stalking him and his wife to try to make him love me 5 of 6
    I have never told my professor he slept with me while he was blackout drunk, then started stalking him and his wife to try to make him love me
    Who would want someone to think the sex was so meh they didn't even remember it?
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  • I have never lied to the woman I call “the love of my life” about stealing her eggs and having them fertilized and the embryos transferred into another woman 40 years ago 6 of 6
    I have never lied to the woman I call "the love of my life" about stealing her eggs and having them fertilized and the embryos transferred into another woman 40 years ago
    I think everyone should decide what to do with their own eggs. But if I had stolen someone's eggs and then married her, I'd tell her about the egg-stealing (which is also why I'd have had a pre-nup).
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So, when I look around my messy house and realize I’ve forgotten to send in the field trip permission slip and I’m swamped with client emails and I still have 200 pages of reading on corporate strategy to do before I go to sleep and I ate too many cookies, I know it could always be worse.

I could be married to Stefano DiMera.

 

Moxie Madness 2012: Misery Poker Tournament of Champions is open! Voting starts Thursday, March 15 and the finals are April 2. Download your brackets and make your picks, then vote early and often.

Magda Pecsenye write about parenting at AskMoxie.org and about co-parenting after divorce with her ex-husband at When The Flames Go Up.

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