After a very stressful day of house shopping and doctor’s appointments. I was relieved last night when I finally got to go home and relax. As I was lying in bed last night waiting for the baby to fall asleep and watching Fox’s hit drama “House,” I realized that life would be a whole lot easier if it were on television.

In reality, I took my sick baby to a normal doctor’s office yesterday. After being sick for over a month, coughing and wheezing, I was told, we don’t know what’s wrong. If he’s still sick in a month or two, bring him back. I was less than thrilled with the non-diagnosis, but had no choice but to shell out my co-pay and go on my way.

But if we were on television, we could have seen the infamous Dr. House, and no matter how obscure the diagnosis may be, House would have known exactly what it was. He would look at the baby like he was a snake of some sort and make insulting and infuriating remarks, by in the end, he would know exactly what was wrong and everyone would be thanking him. Although, it might have taken roughly an hour for him to come up with the solution, during which time the people he works with would make several wrong diagnoses and he would call them names, but what the heck, we’re usually in the waiting room for that long anyway, and at least this way there’s some entertainment.