Post-Holiday Reality. I Don’t live in Downton Abbey.

I’ve decided that I need a cook, a maid, a butler, and someone to dress me. Or in other words, I’ve discovered Downton Abbey this weekend. I know, I’m a little behind.

But, I basically spent every hour I could from Friday night until last night watching as many episodes as was humanly possible of this show about tea, and aristocracy, and British upper-class scandal. Sounds exciting right?

So, while sweeping my floors the other night, I decided it would be really nice to have a cook, a maid, a butler, and someone to dress me. Don’t you think?

But, then I realized, that person is me. I’m the cook, the maid, the butler, and the dresser of tiny little human beings.

But, I did manage to tear myself away from the show a few times to actually be a productive human being. And, interact with my family. My husband has blamed my incredible pain in my neck that I’m experiencing today from watching this show on my Kindle for 3 straight days. I say I just slept wrong. He is a little bitter about the fact that I am swooning over aristocrats and neglecting my house-cleaning duties, and speaking in a British accent daily from time to time.

But, I made up for it yesterday by going on a fun little family hike. It was just what I needed to snap me back to reality.

Nothing like getting a little dirty, and enjoying it and realizing that the Downton Abbey life is not all it’s cracked up to be. Because when you don’t get a little dirty, go hiking, and get a little wet from time to time by sticking your feet in a mountain river, you are missing out. I’m glad my husband was able to pull me away long enough to help me remember that….

 

 

And, watching Chandler go after this yogurt while sitting on a log in the middle of a stream is priceless. These kids were such good little hikers.

And, even though we were hiking with 534 other people on the trail with us with all of their children, it was still special. Can you see the waterfall in that sea of people up behind us? Nothing like getting back to nature with the rest of Salt Lake City’s residents.

Then, the holiday ended and today, I remembered again as I faced a day of laundry, grocery store, getting kids to school, and cooking dinner, that it would still be nice to have a cook, a maid, a butler and someone to dress me. Off to cook dinner…maybe I should pretend it’s a time of war and my staff is away…..