Gang’s all here.

It’s September 24th. I’ve roughly been looking forward to this morning for 2.5 months. What’s the occasion? Simple.

Today is the premiere of the new season of Sesame Street.

For those without kids, AKA people who enjoy uninterrupted sleep and a remaining shred of dignity…it’s likely been decades since you regularly watched the staple of children’s educational television. You’re livin’ it up, non-baby style with your crazy rock-n-roll haircuts and your cool dude moves. Between the copious amounts of expendable cash and free time you have, you’ve been too busy to watch that nonsense. To y’all I say, good for you.

Me? I’m not so lucky.

Some kids love: Dora, Veggie Tales, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Spongebob and Pixar animated movies. Angry Baby is having none of that, give her Sesame Street, and nothing but.

Last Fall, Angry Baby watched her first episode of Sesame Street and instantly was a fan. Since that fateful Autumn morning, she has watched the show every day. Add the natural proclivity for little ones to “run things into the ground,” plus the current DVR technology, and you have all the makings for my private Hell.

Unfortunately, our local PBS station only runs one season of the 43-year-old show at a time. For the year. Freaking cruel jerks.

There are literally THOUSANDS of installments of the classic program, and stupid PBS only will show the latest season. Since last September, Lover fo’ Life and I have been subjected to the SAME 26 episodes of the show. Over and over and over again.

The 2011-2012 season’s songs, plots, lessons and ridiculous kid-jokes are committed to my memory. Believe me when I say this: one can only handle watching that sad-sack Telly whine about “the new Furry Potter book,” so many times before you start teaching your kid that, “Telly’s a wimp, never be a sniveling kvetcher like that bozo.”

But all that changes today. The new season starts in roughly one hour, and for the next several months, I’ll have NEW episodes to be tortured with commit to memory through constant rotation.

Yes. I realize I’m excited about a children’s show. The very program that I deemed passe´ on the school yard all those years ago with “It’s for babies!”

Oh how I was wrong. Sesame Street isn’t just for snotty little toddlers who consider Elmo a personal friend, and share my general hate for Telly, the loser. Sesame Street is for parents of said babies and snotty toddlers. Parents who loved the genius of Jim Henson and Crew decades ago, and still get star-struck when Gordon, Maria and Bob stop by to say “hi.”

Today I have a whole new season to watch for the next YEAR. Record and re watch these episodes I will, because as any parent who shares my current state of Sesame-insanity knows…

Anything for a moment of peace with this screaming demon of kid.

More “Ses,” less sass!