Reality bites.........

What I'd like to know is; how do people get their own shows on HGTV??? Like there's this new show called Blogger mom or some such shit, and out of aaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllll the women who, I'm sure blog about their kids runny noses, bowel size and frequency and the latest line of Gymboree clothes; they pick this one woman to have her OWN show!!! Why? Does she have a degree in motherhood? Blogging? Blow jobs? I'm really curious! Nobody has all the answers. I'm not a stay at home mom, I'm a school bus driver, and more often than not, I come home with a whopping headache only to hear..."What's for dinner?". Is that news?
And that's only the tip of the iceberg....For me and so many others.

What about those moms that have a child (or two) with disabilities or a disease?
Or wild tantrums? Shitty attitudes?
Step-Families??? I could keep on going!
These are tough challenges!

I'm lucky that my girls give me few problems. And yet I'm so fucking tired and my laundry pile makes me want to cry! I try to get it done, I do...and I'm really good at pretending that pile doesn't exist:o)

But as parents, don't we all suffer moments of justifiable insanity?
Why cram another "reality" show on T.V of a "Blogger" mom who does what we all do? Or probably less, for that matter if she's sitting on her ass all day writing. Must be so hard!! Don't even get me started:o) Lol....

My 12 year old just sent me a text telling me that I smell like Chinese nuts...And Savannah is picking her nose like her determination will win her a nose-picker-of-the-year trophy.Get me the hot-sauce!!!
Rather than cleaning the mess in the basement, my husband's off pursuing his dream of being a rockstar *sigh*.
My cat pissed on the stairs, I keep finding random pubic-like hairs on my face( and other random places)I need to pluck...Why do I have zits at 30??? They just don't go well with the gray hairs....Why does my tween act like she's the only one who's ever had a period? What the fuck? And this, in my opinion, is an uneventful day. It's called life people, my reality. A juggling act that women have been performing since the beginning of time. It's worthy of respect, praise and appreciation, but not a reality show.

Sorry.