Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Harsh Reality

Leave it to my mother to give me a slap of reality so early in the morning. This morning I was chatting with her on the phone, and I was telling her about one of my favorite shows, The Real Housewives of New Jersey. In the last episode, one of the housewives, Caroline, had a personal trainer come to her house three times a week to work out with her and her kids.

The conversation took place as we were discussing where we were going to put all my furniture. We were figuring out where we were going to move all the gym equipment if I had to put my furniture in the "gym" aka, my sister's old room.

"Mom, on Real Housewives, Caroline has a trainer come a few times a week. We should totally hire one, too." I said.

"Deana. You're on welfare." she said.

"Unemployment..." I corrected her.

"Do you think that moving here will be like going away to a spa for you? I don't think so. You're broke. And you're going to do chores this summer."

And with that, I was bitch-slapped back into reality.

And no, we're not going to hire a personal trainer. Damn recession.

1 comment:

  1. Oh no - chores!! That sounds like something MY parents would pull. Poor Deana... the sacrifices of free rent. :)