I was not feeling my best after work last night, so I picked up a yummy white pizza with tomatoes and spinach and headed towards the house with thoughts of cuddling with my dog, Mr. Sugarbears and carbing it up for the evening.  The hubs was out of town and I couldn’t wait to put on my yoga pants (not to do yoga) but to just chill out in comfort.   Once I arrived home, I immediately fed and hugged Mr. Sugarbears and started some laundry.  I cuddled up in my favorite chair with my pizza and while I was channel surfing, it ended up on Bravo TV.  I was fascinated for a few minutes by the “over-the-top” dresses and makeup.  Then, maybe due to the plate of pizza I ate, I felt guilty and started randomly cleaning around the house, while all the while the TV was on in the background.  For hours the voices from the ladies of The Real Housewives of Miami were echoing through my house.  Every once in a while I would stop and gawk at my television set and then continue on about my evening.  Later in the evening I finally sat back in my chair and after hearing their voices over the evening I was caught up in it.  Dang it.  I ended up watching the re-cap with Andy Cohen, where all of them took evil jabs at each other.  I sat there and sadly allowed myself to absorb the craziness.  I truly was uncomfortable and slightly appalled that I was watching it, but I couldn’t stop.  I just wanted so badly for any of them to do something nice or say something nice. I went to sleep very tired last night and I awoke at three am this morning with a nightmare.  I had somehow become a cast member of the show and was a part of these ladies lives.  I was stricken with feelings of insecurities that I have not felt since middle school.  It’s amazing what that kind of negativity can do to your brain.   From what I remember of the nightmare I was just so anxious from being around all of the gossiping and trying to keep up with their lifestyles.  So tonight I will go back to my regular routine of falling asleep to a really good book. And that’s why you shouldn’t fall asleep watching The Real Housewives of Miami. 

10 thoughts on “Why You shouldn’t Fall Asleep Watching The Real Housewives of Miami.

  1. Yikes, what a thought. I,too, occasionally indulge in a viewing of a ‘Housewives’ episodes and I have to say it leaves me full of gratitude and thankfulness. That I am NOT one of them. Trash clothes, trash talk, trash tv. My remedy is to watch Fred and Ginger dance or maybe a screwball comedy, fix you right up!!
    The pizza sounds yummy though. Fav white pizza?? clams and garlic! But don’t come near me for two days unless I have Scope!

  2. When I let go of cable, thankfully, I let a little of this trash out of my life. I used to watch to see the houses and the clothes and the hair, but it has gotten progressively trashier (the attitudes as well as the decor) and is just no longer any fun.

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