I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t disappointed with Netflix’s new original series “Fuller House.” The first season was released exclusively to Netflix users on Feb. 26th, after months of hyping up fans for a reboot over ten years after the final episode of the ABC hit sitcom “Full House.”

On practically every form of social media, Netflix was promoting this show: There were pictures and interviews and quotes and I couldn’t help but become re-consumed in the Tanner family. Being a huge “Full House” fan, this reboot was practically my dream come true.

So sure enough, on Feb. 26th, I sat on my couch and pressed play on the pilot, “Our Very First Show, Again,” and braced myself for the best moment of my life.

But it never came.

Don’t get me wrong, my heart still fluttered at the then-and-now pictures of the characters and I loved the fun Carly Rae Jepsen version of the main theme (Everywhere you Look). However, I felt like the plot was stretched too far thin.

It starts out head first with a quick paced scene reintroducing all of the characters, filled with audience laughter and classic sitcom-like jokes. But the plot seemed too fixed, too strained, almost too unbelievable. How am I supposed to believe that Danny Tanner, a clean freak, would sell his house after having a messy family party in it? Wouldn’t it be convenient if he never sells the house? Wouldn’t it be nice if he could just casually give it to his daughter and all of her sons after (spoiler alert) her husband dies, because what is a sitcom without some kind of rushed-over tragedy?

Yes, it was strained, it was cheesy, it was shady at the Olsen twins who refused to reconvene, but it wasn’t everything that I had hoped for. The Flintstones Medley did give me joy, however, but that didn’t make up for the underwhelming first impression.

It’s almost like the now actors lost their childish charms that made them so appealing in the original. Now, it’s just like watching a bunch of middle-aged-soccer-moms have normal, everyday human problems, rather than the adorable and zany situations that the young Tanners faced.

And don’t get me started on the disappointment that I felt when John Stamos’s name was featured under the “guest starring” list because I wanted him to be a regular. Who wouldn’t?

This idea had the potential to be great, but by starting out a reboot by eliminating half of the original characters from the plot (because they moved, obviously), it would have been better presented as just an hour-special-type-of-reunion rather than an entire new series that has already been renewed for a second season. Let’s see if I can make it through the first, first.

I hope that it will get better; I hope that the rest of the season will be more enjoyable and will get me as addicted as I was with the other new Netflix Original Series: “Love”, that took me on an emotional rollercoaster from the very first episode. I am hopeful.

I won’t give up just yet.