Why My Life is So Hard
As I sit in my nice, warm, new, spacious kitchen and bake cookies in my two ovens while outside the temperatures dip below zero and many people are wondering how to feed their hungry children I would like everyone to know that my life is hard.
I would document this photographically, but I have no AA batteries for my camera.
I hate my great job.
It's extremely flexible. It pays pretty well. The other staff are really friendly and fun to work with. I like being an ER nurse...but sometimes the clientele, the job, and the company that provides it annoy me. I don't always get my way and sometimes I'm tired.
I have a wonderful son. He is smart and funny and remarkably well behaved. He will sit through a two hour staff meeting and not make a peep...but sometimes he doesn't mind me and although he now sleeps through the night (usually in his own bed) I don't think I've ever recovered from his sleepless first three years. And sometimes he is intentionally naughty.
My automatic dishwasher is BROKEN!
Actually it is fixed and works great now...but I didn't get to complain about it on the blog when it wasn't working so great.
I live in my new dream house, in a great neighborhood, in a nice city, in a beautiful state, in a blessed country, on an amazing planet...but it's too cold outside.
In two weeks we celebrate the birth of the Savior of the World, the Son of a God who answers my prayers...but I don't have enough money to buy EVERYTHING that I want, only most of it.
We have a cute new puppy who has only had one accident in the house in the last 3 days (and that was in front of the back door because I didn't hear her quiet whining to be let out)...but she chews, she barks, she disobeys and may be possessed by an evil spirit.
My cookies taste good...but they are making me fat.
I am forced to lose my temper at Sam and the puppy. I yell a lot and have exhibited some ugly loses of control.
My house is a disaster. My bathrooms need cleaned. Laundry is sky high.
I still have Christmas shopping to do.
I still haven't mailed (an already wrapped) birthday present to a very good friend.
My great husband has to work all day everyday (at a paying job) and even though he is home before 7:00 now, he still doesn't get home until 5:30.
So, I submit my evidence that my life is way hard.
As I sit in my nice, warm, new, spacious kitchen and bake cookies in my two ovens while outside the temperatures dip below zero and many people are wondering how to feed their hungry children I would like everyone to know that my life is hard.
I would document this photographically, but I have no AA batteries for my camera.
I hate my great job.
It's extremely flexible. It pays pretty well. The other staff are really friendly and fun to work with. I like being an ER nurse...but sometimes the clientele, the job, and the company that provides it annoy me. I don't always get my way and sometimes I'm tired.
I have a wonderful son. He is smart and funny and remarkably well behaved. He will sit through a two hour staff meeting and not make a peep...but sometimes he doesn't mind me and although he now sleeps through the night (usually in his own bed) I don't think I've ever recovered from his sleepless first three years. And sometimes he is intentionally naughty.
My automatic dishwasher is BROKEN!
Actually it is fixed and works great now...but I didn't get to complain about it on the blog when it wasn't working so great.
I live in my new dream house, in a great neighborhood, in a nice city, in a beautiful state, in a blessed country, on an amazing planet...but it's too cold outside.
In two weeks we celebrate the birth of the Savior of the World, the Son of a God who answers my prayers...but I don't have enough money to buy EVERYTHING that I want, only most of it.
We have a cute new puppy who has only had one accident in the house in the last 3 days (and that was in front of the back door because I didn't hear her quiet whining to be let out)...but she chews, she barks, she disobeys and may be possessed by an evil spirit.
My cookies taste good...but they are making me fat.
I am forced to lose my temper at Sam and the puppy. I yell a lot and have exhibited some ugly loses of control.
My house is a disaster. My bathrooms need cleaned. Laundry is sky high.
I still have Christmas shopping to do.
I still haven't mailed (an already wrapped) birthday present to a very good friend.
My great husband has to work all day everyday (at a paying job) and even though he is home before 7:00 now, he still doesn't get home until 5:30.
So, I submit my evidence that my life is way hard.
