Returning from our trip to Los Angeles where we toured the famous Beverly Hills, I jumped on the band wagon for a few weeks, watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mostly wanted to see if I recognized any of the areas. I quickly realized, however, their life as a “housewife” is much different than my own.
1. The Shopping
Housewives: They wear only the best, sporting top designer outfits I only drool over in magazines.
Me: I am a regular at Target’s t-shirt rack. . . My son throws up all over my $8 pair of Target leggings. I am a happy momma (well, not happy to be vomited on), for I can choose to throw them in the wash or be done with them altogether.
If I was wearing designer jeans my reaction would have probably been much different.
2. The Restaurants
Housewives: They wine and dine at all the upscale resturants–the one’s where you have to make a reservation before hand, drop your car off with the valet, and no children are seen.
Me: I frequent Chick-fil-A and any Mcdonalds which hasn’t yet done away with the play place. My children play so hard they pass out for a nap as soon as we arrive home. I just said both my children are sleeping.
There is nothing more wonderful than a chicken sandwich and fries!
3. The Salon
Housewives: They are regulars at the nicest of salons–hair, nails, facials, massages–you name it, they have experienced it.
Me: My two year old and I gave each other pedicures in my tiny little bathroom, she sitting on the toilet, me on the tile floor. In the middle of it all she told me “Mom, this makes me so happy. You are best my friend (words in this order).”
I would not trade this moment in my bathroom for the nicest salon in all the world.
4. The Surgeries
Housewives: Many of the housewives have had cosmetic surgeries done to both their faces and voluptuous places. They are gorgeous human beings and if I spotted one at the store I know I would gawk.
Me: I stare at my reflection thinking of all the things I wish I could change. My daughter sees me looking in the mirror and exclaims, “Mom, you look beautiful!!”
I may not be a model, but today I am beautiful to the one who really matters.
I do not look down on the Beverly Hill’s housewives. They are successful individuals and I say go women power! However, I am not a real housewife of Beverly Hills. I am a real housewife of reality, and the reality is life is wonderful.
I do not need millions of dollars, designer clothes, or a giant bathroom (although I do secretly wish for a bigger one someday). I simply need to realize the beauty of what is right in front of me, demanding my attention 20 hours a day (or so it seems). Their worth cannot be named. They are incomparable, priceless, and I am the happiest housewife in all the world, Target t-shirts and all.