My own reality show

During the first week of Quinn's young life, I actually had some time to sit on the couch and channel surf. I stumbled upon TLC and a show about babies. Despite having given birth through a long arduous process, I was still compelled to watch other women go through the same thing. Then again, I was sleep deprived, and my brain wasn't functioning properly. (It still isn't, but then again, I'm still sleep deprived.)

The particular show I was watching was documenting the first few days of a family adjusting to life with multiples - twins, triplets and quadruplets. Most of these families also had other older children. It was basically watching a documentary on a stressed family as the craziness and chaos took over their once orderly lives. I was about to comment on the insanity of such a life when I realized I was basically watching a show about MY LIFE.
Why was I wasting precious minutes of sleep time to watch a reel of my own reality? Clearly, my ability to prioritize was not at its prime.