I grew-up watching Good Morning America. Every weekday morning David Hartman and Joan Lunden entered our family room. I got in the habit of expecting a half an hour of entertaining news before the day started as my parents sat around in their terry robes.
I also got in the habit of drinking a lot of coffee.
When I left for college I left my morning news days behind mostly because 1. I worked at a bakery and was at work before the chickens 2. The Simpson’s watched at the bars on Mondays kept me updated on the latest newsworthy information, and 3. I am not sure I owned a TV.
But I still drank more coffee than God.
Then I got a real job that cut into my morning time anyways and I mostly forgot about the morning news programs for another 10 years.
Until I had a baby, and this wonderful thing called Maternity Leave afforded me morning time. With only a newborn who mainly slept and nursed, I turned on the TV and ate bonbons. And drank coffee. At seven AM one morning I turned on NBC and this man stared back at me. Oh Matt.
My parents were disappointed in my defection from ABC.
We became very close over the next 4 months. Two full hours of Matt each day. Morning porn for moms.
When the pesky thing called “work” that provided this thing called a “paycheck” started again 4 months later I had to leave Matt for awhile. Thank goodness I changed my hours to a bit later so I could still almost get a full hour of Matt each morning. Oh Matt.
So thank god 2 years later I had another baby so I could justify quitting my job so I could stay home with Matt my kids full time.
I should also mention that he’s had a few women sitting next to him through the years. I cannot tell you their names. I always pictured myself there.
So you can imagine my horror when the rumors started flying last week that my Matt was leaving my morning view.
Who can replace my morning porn? Am I suppose to find another station, work out, listen to my children? Cook a healthy breakfast, give-up coffee, and build blocks? Read my children books, put on make up and do my hair, or god forbid watch Sid the Science Kid.
Please say it isn’t so. No good mom deserves Barney, Elmo or Caillou.
Help me people. NBC please pay the man more. Please save my mornings and keep Matt Lauer on my television set.