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Have you ever binge-watched a show?

I have and I blame Netflix.
And quite possibly I need to find a 12-step program.
And now when I there is a series on television that I get hooked on the seven days until the next episode are excruciating. And I'm grateful for the recaps because I almost forget what I watched. 

This is the first summer that I've been forced to watch one of the binge-worthy series without one of the not-so-little Piggins. They're all adulting while clearly, I'm not! Last summer, Matthew and I watched Game of Thrones. (I abhor the violence and nudity but the story line is intriguing. Of course, I needed Matthew to remind me who was who and which kingdom was which.) We would hear John come home from work and we would quickly turn off the TV because we didn't want him to witness our pathetic bingeing (especially since he'd been adulting all day). 

I have gotten John to join me, however, when we watched Homeland. It was a sad commentary that when we caught up to the current season we both whined about having to wait 7 excruciating days until the newest episode. 

I'm not proud.

I know all 12-step programs include admitting there is a problem. I think my children and John have a problem.

I have to go now and watch the last episode of House of Cards.

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