Friday, February 8
real simple
I sit here on Friday night, in the midst of my chaotic, dusty, remodel-weary home, surrounded by my unpredictable family and my furniture that's all in the wrong places, quieting my screaming seven-week old, eating takeout because I was too tired to cook, and reading Real Simple magazine. Oh, beautiful irony!
I've been reading this magazine for about three years, and I have yet to find Real Simple. I more often find Real Discontent.
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We were getting Real Simple until I realized that they were piling up in a stack of "magazines I need to read" which, of course, is a sub-stack of one of the "stuff I need to do" stacks in my office.
(I took the "real simple" action of throwing them into the recycle bin.)
(I took the "real simple" action of throwing them into the recycle bin.)

You are not alone. Maybe they should rename it "Unreal Expectations"?