It's time I come clean. I really, really, really love listening to NPR. I don't know why, but I just feel smarter listening, despite the fact that I absorb very little of it. And actually, my favorite NPR show, Wait Wait . . . Don't Tell Me!, is really a comedy quiz show and not informational (necessarily). But still, they talk about politics! And current events! And insane celebrities!
I don't know when it started, sometime between nearly going crazy listening to children's music and falling asleep listening to Christian stations in the car, but one day Adam had it on, and I never went back. I think something snapped in me several months ago, some part of me that used to be intelligent, that had been squelched after years of changing diapers and wiping noses, was screaming to be nourished with something more . . . shall we say, intellectually stimulating . . . than Kidz Bop.
So, when I'm in the car by myself (and sometimes with the kids when they let me, I'll admit), I'll listen to Morning Edition, The Diane Rehm Show, or Fresh Air. And I've been known to be found laughing out loud as I listen to a podcast of Wait Wait . . . Don't Tell Me! on my iPod while folding laundry or making dinner.
Now you know.