Here's a dangerous combination: feeling like crap and the start of a new American Idol season. If I wasn't totally useless on Monday (which I was), 5 hours of Idol in 3 days rendered me that way. And yes, my wonderful husband, the one who pooh-poohs all reality shows AND the one who got me hooked on Idol, was by my side for every minute. Except for the few minutes we raced upstairs and lovingly rocked our baby before bed.
Help! We're hooked.
