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Yesterday, Beth and I were power walking around the neighborhood and having a therapy session. Topics covered included :ex-husbands who STILL don't want to step up to the plate and be a father, emotional & physical exhaustion of living as a single parent, and the sucky real estate market. We ran into another neighbor, one who I only know by association , but someone Beth knows fairly well. ALL this woman could do was COMPLAIN!
**Discalimer: I realize I am not always Miss Mary Sunshine when it comes to my fractured family, unemployment, and our situation overall. Believe it or not, this is the one place I talk about the heartbreak and struggles. It's my safe place. Everywhere else in life it is business as usual. This blog is where I get to let it all hang out.
She complained about the hassle of the home inspection that was going on at the very moment. She was irritated when she pulled up to her house and four vehicles were parked in her driveway.
I thought: What I wouldn't give to HAVE a home inspection because that means we had an offer on our house.
She lamented about how much it sucked for her husband to be away and having to stay in a hotel every night.
I thought: He comes home every single weekend AND he is staying somewhere luxurious on the company dime. Big Yankee has a less than desirable living situation which we have to pay for and he has been home twice in the past 7 months!
She bitched about how angry she will be if their offer for a 4000 square foot house with a swimming pool in Florida doesn't go through. She "will be irate if we have to live in a rental when this baby is born."
I thought: What I wouldn't give to be making offers on a house because that means our house sold! Also I will be thrilled to find a decent rental in our price range since we will likely STILL be making a mortgage payment.
She fussed about how hard it was to care for her one child with her husband gone for work during the week.
I thought: She has one child to care for (not 3!) and her entire family on BOTH SIDES lives within 10 minutes.
I really wanted to karate chop this woman (but I don't do karate and I would never kick a pregnant woman) because from where I sit she has it pretty damn good. As I listened to her piss and moan yesterday I thought "I would do anything to be in your shoes lady!" Instead I took a deep breathe and tried to remember this: