Grown Up

I have a guilty pleasure that doesn't involve rag mags, blogs, alcohol or the munchies.

I will rush home and quickly go over homework and feed the kiddos (if you can call Ramen noodles food) just to be able to watch The Real Housewives of Whatever City. Doesn't matter to me which City. It's all the same.

I don't dress like them...I don't live like them...I don't vacation like them...and I know I certainly don't behave with my "friends" like them (at least not since high school).

It's the drama and dysfunctional female relationships that are surely set up for viewer enjoyment that keep me watching. It's a trainwreck...it's a reality soap opera. Those women act like they are in highschool and I love it!

So I go on and enjoy....listening and watching them just like when I watch The Super Nanny...am so happy that my life in no way resembles theirs!

Earlier this evening I was preparing Ava for her Preschool Graduation which is tomorrow...she's been at her school since she was 16 months. I know it really hasn't sunken in...tomorrow she will be happy and sad...and when I attempted tonight to prepare her for her last day..she looked up at me and said "I don't want to grown up".

I thought of those women and highschool and I agreed with her....I don't want to "grown up" either and then I watched the trainwreck all over again!