Okay, fine, I’ll get behind this thankfulness thing. I’m thankful for all kinds of things.
I do a lot of complaining.
But this is my blog. I can cry if I want to.
The truth is, though, I know I’m pretty much livin’ the dream and my whining is just that. Whining.
And I do it with full knowledge that I’m whining. Somehow, in my head, that makes it better.
Plus, I believe the truth of the moment has a right to be heard, and sometimes I get sick of being a parent and sick of living from one paycheck to the next and sick of the work and sleepless nights and the struggling and blah, blah, blah.
But I always know, somewhere, that what I have in this life is one giant, steaming pile of goodness.
And I don’t mean that sarcastically.
There is nothing worse than the friend who stands in her 3,000 square foot house complaining about the neighbors and how her kids’ private school just won’t do what she wants and her husband is just so busy and her kids are getting D’s and my god. You know the story.
And she really believes she’s got a tough gig. You just want to grab her and shake her – “DUDE. I know fifty people who would switch places with you RIGHT NOW if given the opportunity.”
And when I’m complaining, bitching about my mariachi-addicted neighbors and ironworker husband working out of town and the noise in my house and the stress of school and the seemingly unending chain of shit that needs to be done…
I know there are hundreds of women who would give anything for a husband who did something other than sit on his ass and play video games…
Or own a house in any neighborhood at all, anywhere…
Or have the opportunity to pursue their dream of grad school…
And there’s the woman
Who lost
Her baby and
would lay down every moment of the rest of her life
For just one hour of the chaos
And the pressure
And the expectations
I face and struggle with and
complain about,
every day.
Happy Thanksgiving, people.
Yep, pretty much.
kim
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 11:20Great. Now my Kardashian Thanksgiving post makes me look like a douche.
renegademama
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 11:33Kim, I look like a douche most of the time. There are totally worse things. Like being hit by a FedEx truck, for example.
I’ve been feeling a little warm and fuzzy lately. I guess w/ Mac gone most of the time, when he comes home and I get my little family back I’m overwhelmed with how rad it is.
Who’s the douche now?
kim
Friday, 25 November, 2011 at 8:25ha! i was just joking. i LOVE this post. well done, kitten.
Brandon
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 11:40As usual I could never have said it better myself. No matter how shitty you have it, there is always someone that has it worse. But is damn fun to bitch about that stuff.
renegademama
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 11:43And totally freaking necessary, I might add. I’m on my way to read your post for today.
Lisa
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 12:04Ok, I love you. And no I don’t mean that in any weird lesbo way. I love that you know the ultimate goodness of every part of your life. That you, like me, love to bitch every once in a while (who doesn’t?). But in the end, you know how lucky you are. Our house is tiny and I have friends, like you, who have mansions (literally, their “foyer” is bigger than our big bedroom). And they get their panties in a bunch because the local store doesn’t carry “their” brand of meat or organic baby juice or whatever. And I think, be thankful you can buy juice at all. And sometimes they are, they just don’t realize it. And I invite them over and make a comment like “sorry it’s so crowded in here.” But what I really mean is, “welcome to my home. I love it. I know you will too. I only pretend to apologize because that’s what people with little houses do.” Because I love my tiny house and my construction worker husband who is gone too much because of his second job (retail) and our messy little toddler and our spaz of a dog. Hell we might even get crazy and get another small one at some point (haven’t decided yet: Human or dog). Happy thanksgiving to you : )
renegademama
Friday, 25 November, 2011 at 16:18THIS I am thankful for. Sometimes the comments say it better than I do. Thanks.
Rachel Howells
Thursday, 24 November, 2011 at 17:50…now I feel simultaneously better about living on a dirt street and worse for complaining about living on a dirt street… 😉
Great writing as always. 🙂
renegademama
Friday, 25 November, 2011 at 16:19Rachel…story of my life. Doing something then feeling guilty about it then doing it again. ha.
Momtothree
Monday, 28 November, 2011 at 3:53Just to say you’re right on the button, as usual. And also to say how I love that photo of your man and your kids, smiling at you. So gorgeous, all of them. Be happy.