I love reality television. I love the competitions, I love the drama, I love that you get to see everything… or what you think is everything. I also know that reality TV isn’t reality and most of it is scripted in some way to create certain story lines and situations that make for good TV.
But after last night’s Jake and Vienna debacle at the end of The Bachelorette, I was just laughing at how they met in a fantasy world, not reality. They went on expensive, dream dates and life was a bowl of cherries. And then she thinks she’s engaged to a pilot, but he decides he wants a career in show business. He thinks she’s a funny, challenging woman and realizes she’s an immature mouthy girl with bad hair extensions and an awful hair color. (Okay, maybe he realized that when they were still filming.)
So I got to thinking about if cameras were in our home 24 hours a day, what would they see? Nothing exciting, I can tell you that.
Real Housewives of Columbia? Yeah, I’m wearing a t-shirt and some old jeans today. My hair is in a ponytail and I haven’t put on any makeup or left the house today. I’m up to my eyeballs in laundry. And I love the smell of that whole laundry process! There aren’t any cat fights and there’s not any back-stabbing.
There’s not a live-in nanny in this reality. I actually spent a lot of the day on the phone taking care of the preschool process and learning more about drop-in nurseries so I can go to a doctor’s appointment, hair appointment, or just run to lunch with a friend. I’m confident that the viewing audience of our reality TV show would be asleep before the end of the first 30 minute episode.
Tomorrow we’ll actually get out of the house and I’ll be spending the day making patterns for the puppets class I’m teaching for our church’s music camp. Again, not so exciting, unless you like watching someone trace paper and cut out shapes for hours.
TC and I have our share of fights and I thank God that cameras aren’t there to capture them. Certainly no table-flipping fights, but maybe if a camera did capture them we wouldn’t fight anymore. But that’s not an invitation.
Some nights we eat sandwiches, some nights we eat cereal, and some nights I actually cook! I love to cook, but somedays I don’t feel like it.
Now, if my reality could be exactly how I want it to be, I’d probably ask for it to be a perfect dream world somedays. This would mean access to some gorgeous clothes without the high credit card bill that comes with it. Or the ability to scarf down endless bowls of pasta and eat 100 French fries without the promise of popping a button off my jeans.
But what fun would that be?
Okay, you’re right. It would be lots of fun. But I have to think that a time would come when I wouldn’t appreciate the clothes or the food. I might actually miss exercising.
Okay, again. You’re right. It might not ever get old and I’d always appreciate the clothes and the food.
There are actually some blogs that I read that fascinate me and I often think I’d trade realities with them. But then I know that they’re probably only showing a piece of their reality on their blog– and that’s how it should be. But there are some incredible stories, jobs, and lives out there and I love being able to escape from my every day chores and fun to see what other gals are up to. Who wouldn’t want to trade places with The Pioneer Woman for a day? Or with Mrs. Limestone— just for a chance to be in that gorgeous house?
Our reality is a quiet one and I like it that way. And maybe that’s why I go to Bravo and ABC to bring me a little drama.
What would your reality television show look like? What would your dream reality be like?

























