"Real"

After all of the recent attention to the "Real Housewives" of several different county's across the US, I have a bone to pick.
I feel as though these "real housewives" don't have a clue what being a housewife is all about. A few differences I have noticed are:
I'm not on TV, but I do make payments on one.
I don't have a housekeeper, but I have a good vacuum cleaner from Target and get my cleaning supplies from the dollar store. I have time to clean at the beginning and end of every day.
I don't have a nanny to raise my children, but I do pay for quality child care and manage to keep them fed, bathed, clothed, entertained, played with, loved on and alive for a couple hours every morning, in the evening and all weekend long.
I don't have a chef, but my coupons often buy me some really fancy things to cook after I pick up the kids from school, and also things to put in our lunch boxes.
I don't have a personal trainer, but my kids motivate me to be healthy so that I can be around for them. Not financially around, but in their lives around.
When my husband is "away on business" (at football practice/games) I don't go out on the town for drinks after my long hard week of managing all of my assistants. I stay at home and let the boys fall asleep in my bed after we eat pizza and popcorn for dinner!
I work 40 hours per week at a job outside of the home in addition to my "real job" and also manage to have several friends that I stay in contact with. I plan my own vacation, and fold my own laundry-after I wash it myself. All of this on about 7 inconsistent hours of sleep.

Seriously, I don't know how these poor women manage all that they do. Whatever it is that they do? Reality schmality.

Lies

Lying is built in from birth. All kids start lying to get out of trouble, to get what they want, or for sport. But parents lie too. I do.
Yesterday I went to pick Gus up from school and asked him to get all of his things out of his cubby. He came back with his blanket, his lunchbox, and a long stuffed blue lizard. I asked, is that your lizard? Yes. Where did you get it? From the prizebox. You got THAT lizard from the prizebox? Yes. (the prize box is a shoe size box) Let me ask Ms. Lisa. No. Ms. Lisa, did Gus get this lizard from the prizebox? No he did not-that belongs to someone else. Gus, you need to put that back where it goes. Why did you tell me it was yours? Oh, I guess it got down out of his cubby and walked into mine. ALL LIES!
Then on the way home he asked me if Uncle and Abbey were at Mammies house. No, not today buddy. They're at their house. Pulled up at Mammie's and there's Uncle and Abbey.
Mommy, I don't want any vegetables on my plate. Son, all you have is corn, beans and burger...there are no vegetables on your plate.
And my best lie of all. As I took Simon to his first day of school with his big brother this morning, I coached him on how to be a good big brother and this is the lie I told. Did you know that Uncle is my big brother and when we were in school, he would protect me and not let anyone hurt me. He was always good and kind to me because I was his little sister. He never wanted anything bad to happen to me. And you're just like Uncle aren't you-a good big brother? And he bought my lie and smiled:)
Now, part of this wasn't a lie, as I NOW have a good big brother...but the younger years...not so much!