I caught a little of one of those "Real Housewives Shows" last night.You know the Real Housewives of Atlanta, The Real Housewives of the O.C. Yeah right.
It was like a car wreck!
I could not look away. In what warped world did these women become "Real Housewives"??Without an ounce of exaggeration I will tell you these poor hard done by women had Personal Chefs, Estate Managers, Personal Shoe Shoppers, Party Planners for their daughters 11th birthday party's, make up artists and hair stylists in their homes and a Personal Assistant.
These are not real housewives.
Real housewives cook for their own families....or at least know how to order in.
They manage their own houses...or boss around their hubbies and kids.
They buy their own shoes. Sometimes with a girlfriend, but often alone and in a rush.
Plan the birthday party's for their kids, exhaust ourselves and love it.
Real Housewives do our own make up and wash our own hair. (when we have time)
We get our hands dirty.
We fund raise. We run bake sales and car washes.
We have split ends and chipped nail polish.
We run our car down to the E.
We pay the bills, just in time.
We sneak cookies before dinner and sometimes...... we can't wait for bedtimes.
We know what we signed up for.
We are blessed and love almost every minute of it!
These are the things that make Me a Real Housewife and I just know that here, in the real world, I am not alone.
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