Where's the remote?!

It was 7:29 pm in the Cline household, a night like any other. The kids were polishing off their bedtime snack while watching a little tv as a night cap. I on the other hand was counting off the seconds until bed time. 7:29...one more minute. Ahhh....Glorious! Time to put the children of the corn to bed so mama could RELAX....blog a little...ya know..

Then it hit me. 7:29! Oh no! CRAP! No no no no no!!! I only had seconds to act before it was too late. Frantically I started searching the house like a mad woman. Hurdling over couches, throwing pillows every which where. Searching desperately...

"Remote!" I blurted out in a frenzy. "JORDAN! The remote!!!"

He simply looked at ME like I was the crazy one!

"Where's the remote?!" I shrieked. Time was running out!

Couch? No!

Kitchen? NO!!

WHERE THE HECK....Then I heard IT. Oh no. NO! That horrid sound was getting louder and LOUDER, filling the room...

Please, oh please, don't let the kids notice! But it was too late. Their beady little eyes were glued to the tv soaking in the bane of my existence....otherwise known as...Yo Gabba Gabba. Ughhhh.

Well there went my night.

Now here's the thing. I consider myself a pretty patient person (ok that's a bold face LIE but it sounds better for dramatic effect and all). But there are some things I have NO patience for. Yo Gabba Gabba is one of them. I. CAN'T. STAND. THIS. SHOW. My kids are forbidden to watch this show. FORBIDDEN I tell you! Everything about it just irritates me. It makes my eye twitch. It causes a raging fire inside that I can not put out. I LOATHE it....and for no better reason than just the fact that I can't stand it.

{NO Gabba Gabba!}

That DJ Lance fellow creeps me the heck out. Those tight pants and that dead animal on his head. No thank you. Uh-uh. And the creepy cyclops that looks like a giant blister...wtf? Then there's the fuzzy green thing that just sways his arms around all freaky like. That would give me nightmares!! And children actually LIKE it. I just don't get it. And it's not just this DJ Lance chump that creeps me out...it's children entertainers in general. I mean have you SEEN some of these people??? Yikes. Like this guy, Dan Zanes who used to sing all the time on the Disney channel. I'm sure he's a nice man, whatever....he is not coming within a foot of my kids. Creeeepy!



Then there's this dude from Ralph's World. Again, creepy. Just look at those eyes. You can't trust those eyes. All crazy and intense. They just scream "I do crack on a daily basis".



Maybe I'm just over reacting, but I can't help it. My poor kids. They'll have to watch some other kind of quality television like Maury Povich or The Steve Wilkos show during the day, because this Yo Gabba Gabba-freaky grown men singing deal just isn't working out for me...