I have a confession to make. It's a little embarrassing and I don't know what to do about it. They say the first step is to admit it, so here goes... 1, Teresa Sousa, am a reality show junkie! AND not only am I addicted, I think my whole family is too. Just the other night, my sweet, little innocent Hailey (ok, maybe not always sweet and innocent - sometimes we actually refer to her as Hailstorm, but for the purpose of this post and the fact that I am the one feeling guilty about corrupting my children, she is indeed the sweet little innocent Hailey) came flying down the stairs when she heard the opening theme song to Big Brother "It's starting mom, why didn't you call me?" I never knew she could move so fast. Jumping on the couch, she says "Did they play the games yet?" What the ????? Is she an addict too? As I scan the living room, all family members accounted for, I realize that we just might very well have a problem here. Shamelessly, I/we hereby admit to not missing a single episode (heck, I even PVR them) of Big Brother - it's great for summer night viewing Survivor - although we have to wait until the fall, darn! and, shhh, it's a secret, The Bachelorette It really is my/our guilty pleasure. Reality show nights put me in fast forward, crazy mom mode. After throwing dinner together, half-heartedly listening to their stories of the days events, after dinner clean-up and throwing in a load of laundry in, I can't believe it nearing the 8pm hour. Uggg! Quick. Put coffee pot on. Sit on couch. Ahhh. I did it. Just in time. And then...they all start strolling in. Those darn reality show producers. They have me hooked and I've taken the youngens down with me. http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2804808/the_five_phases_of_reality_show_addiction.html?cat=7. What do I do now? How do I break the cycle? I can't even think right now. I have no time for this. I have to bathe the Hailstorm in 10 minutes flat. The Bachelorette is about to begin.