Stuck in Telemundo

My mom's caregiver has taken some time off to visit her family in Mexico City.

Which leaves the homeschooling mother (me) and her recently unemployed daughter (Amy) to pitch in and care for the grandma.

So Amy and I are taking turns.
Which is fine.
I consider it a privilege to be able to be of service to her at this time of her life - she'll be 93 on Friday.

But...
she has a passion for watching "tele-novelas."
In fact, I'm pretty sure it's some kind of federal mandate that requires elderly Cuban women to watch at least a few hours of these soaps every night. ;-)
Spanish soaps are shown every weeknight for 3 or 4 months, sometimes longer.

EVERY WEEKNIGHT.
For months.

Until they reach their thrilling conclusion.

You can imagine what that would do to your life if you get hooked on a story line.
(Just ask anyone who religiously watches "24" or "LOST." =D)

But we don't have cable, so we have to go to her house.
Because one of her novelas will be ending this week.
And she CAN'T miss the ending.
And I get that.

But....

Eric is on a business trip in Detroit.
He was trying to get a hold of me earlier and I didn't hear my cell because she has to have the novela at full volume because she's kind of deaf (which is understandable at 93).

"Hi, Honey. Where have you been?"

Umm....

"I was stuck in Telemundo."  ;-)