I’m wondering if any other new moms out there watched the Oscars this year and thought, “Hmmmm, I didn’t see that one. Or that one. Or — well any of them.” With the possible exception of the Animation category, of course. I actually didn’t even see any of those either.
I used to LOVE the Oscars, and would make it a point to see every nominated movie I possibly could, and I’d act as if I were a movie critic smugly making comments. “Oh yeah, I KNEW that one was going to win — it’s clearly the best.” Or, “Oh come ON! She was in the movie for all of 24 minutes, that’s ridiculous! And WHY wasn’t Samantha Barks nominated?” (Oh wait, that might have been this year. I digress).
When I lived in L.A. and worked in production, I had a lot of friends who were aspiring producers, directors, actors etc. They threw serious Oscar parties, complete with skits and fake awards given to each other at commercial breaks. Movie nerds? You bet. But those days are long gone. This year I found myself thinking, “That looks good. Can’t wait for it to come out on DVD.” More accurately, to come on HBO. There wasn’t even the inkling of, “We are going to get a sitter and plan a night out to see that.”
The thing is, when you have two small children — really small children, for me personally — it just seems like too much trouble when all is said and done. Or am I just lazy? Probably. And cheap. Four to five hours out will be another $50-$60 just for the sitter to hang out while the kids sleep.
We did make it out to see one Oscar-nominated movie this year, though. And let me offer a bit of advice if I may. If you have ONE movie to see, and you go with your husband, and you are a huge Broadway musical fan, but your husband, say … isn’t so much? Well then, maybe DON’T go see one that is 3-plus hours long with zero dialog, only singing. You will have one les miserable husband. Go with a girlfriend, a gay friend or go alone.
So this year we had our own special Oscar party. We all dressed up in our fanciest PJs and made popcorn. We had dance parties during the musical numbers. So what if the one of the songs was about how “we saw your boobs,” it had a good beat. Then of course, a fight ensued over the bowl of popcorn, and it was strewn all over the floor. There were two consecutive melt downs and suddenly my kids were vying for the Oscar for Best Dramatic Performance.
When I finished putting the little angels to sleep, I finally sat down, relaxed and got ready to enjoy the Oscars with total focus. I smartly Tivo’d the show, which stopped taping while I was upstairs because (surprise!) it ran overtime. I only missed best actor, best actress, best director and best picture. Sigh.
I didn’t really care, though — it was par for the course, since I hadn’t see any of the movies anyway. But dancing with my kids to a song about boobs reminded me of why I’ve missed out on seeing them all, and it has been 100% worth it.