The REAL real housewives…

glamour in the kitchen
Darling Rascals

As I sit here and type, I’m watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I know, who even knew I could multi task at such astonishing levels?

It’s got me thinking though, how real these women really are?

They’ve all got cleaners. They’ve all got chefs. They’ve all got someone to blow-dry their hair and plump up their faces.

No fair, I say! No fair!

The REAL reality is so much different. My hair hasn’t even seen a brush in months. My face is dropping faster than the food being chucked from Billy’s high chair. My house is so ferally dirty that we had a very fat mouse feeding off the crumbs from our couch, and the kids will most likely be offered chicken nuggets with a hacked up cucumber for the tenth night in a row.

Not chicken nuggets again mum!

Not chicken nuggets again mum!

This is my reality. And I’m sure a lot of you can relate!

Natural Saffie

This is also me holding it together. The reason we can leave the house and go to the park is because I’m not prepping a gourmet meal or brushing my hair. I have no choice but to prioritise in this busy, busy life.

And that means that certain things fall by the wayside.

I know it’s not the case for all of us. But that’s the beauty of being real, there are different levels of having it together. And in accepting that, we are silently all in this together.

So, no I don’t have a private jet. I don’t have a facialist or a stylist. I don’t have a cleaner (but probably should have if I want to keep the mice at bay) and I certainly have no one cooking gourmet meals for the family.

But I’m real and I’m me and the one thing I could never outsource is that!

E xxx

2 Comments on “The REAL real housewives…”

  1. Honi

    Thanks for the reminder Erin!! (Typed while my 3 yr old eats his sausages with cucumber and capsicum for dinner – totally hacked up of course!)

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