Written By Christina Villalobos

Real actual housewives enjoying a moment of afternoon leisure, pleasant conversation, and beautiful weather.

Corporate America would never allow them this simple joy on a random afternoon.

They don’t need to keep up with the Mrs. Jones. The Joneses are absolutely miserable. They are in more debt than a third world country. They are a slave to the grind.

Mrs. Jones, who has everything under the sun, moon, and stars, gets four hours of sleep per night because when she clocks out and gets home, there’s a whole family to nurture and care for.

Her day literally never ends.

The status of house, the two car payments, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Jones look like they have it all.

They go on lavish vacations because that’s the only time they literally see each other. And because Mrs. Jones has spent all of her energy giving her best to a boss that probably doesn’t even know her name, she’s too exhausted to enjoy it.

I do not envy the upper tier in the least. I would rather wear thrift store dresses and sit on the porch in the afternoon.

He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.
Psalm 113:9