I came in to work super early today so that I would be able to take a break and leave and not lose mega hours.
I took a venture over to Schuler's bookstore on my break. I decided to have some lunch before wandering around the store. I ordered the soup and salad combo. The Sante Fe Chicken was delish as was the Creamed Spinach with Bacon soup. The only problem I had was the soup resembled pureed grass and had the consistency of baby food. Okay, I understand that's the creamed part but it was not a pretty sight to look at. Not to mention I did not see one morsel of bacon in the soup.
While eating my lunch I had the pleasure of watching, at the next table over, The Real Housewives of Kent County. Three women and two kids having lunch. The women dressed to the nines. I pictured them rolling up in their Land Rover or Lexus SUV, carrying their Louis Vitton handbags, while their children, sporting a rain coat with matching rain boots, tagged along. Sometimes I envy these women. Every day meeting up with friends over lunch, taking their children to play groups, checking out the sales at the local mall. (And I am by no means saying that stay at home moms do no work. Their is clearly a difference between the Lexus driving housewife and the "stay at home" mom. My mom stayed home with us kids so I've first hand seen the endless laundry, housework, etc.) But we've all seen the shows, they've made it look so glamorous and fun. Organizing dinner parties, heading up some charity event, making sure everyone has the best of the best. If we could only see the behind the scenes when the cameras are not rolling. I'm sure it would go something like this:
*Honey we are 3 payments behind on the mortgage.
*I've maxed out my 3rd credit card this week.
*I think the housekeeper stole my diamond bracelet.
*You've been out with the guys every night this week, the kids barely recognize you.
*Are you having an affair?
*I'm having an affair with my personal trainer.
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Whenever T and I are out having dinner (less often these days), we almost always wonder who's having an affair. Sure, people LOOK happy--but who's really stepping out on their spouse?
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I hear you, it's like a love/hate thing. I want the life of leasure too (just think how many lunch dates we could have and great wardrobes too), but then again would I lives be crap behind closed doors?
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