Max cannot eat the spaghetti because the sauce has cheese. We spent $75 to go to this damn dinner benefitting Little League and he won't be able to partake. I can make special concessions: cook spaghetti just for him with safe sauce and bring it. But, shit.
My legs are too long and my feet are too cold and Max can't eat this food or that food and I'm sick of rejection, of J. working until he gets migraines, of my friend's husband's health not improving and of the dirt and the paperwork.
But I'm no victim. I have as much fresh water to drink as I want. A soft bed and an iphone. Health. A blue sky for today.
A perfect rant. Amen.
Posted by: Jennifer Jo | May 05, 2011 at 05:29 AM
The Psalms are a bit like this -- some ranting and wailing, and then the remembering of God's blessings.
We're still waiting for a buyer for our house and I often feel the same way.
Posted by: kcinnova | May 05, 2011 at 10:13 AM
I often feel this way too. I resent that because we have food on the table and a roof over our head we're supposed to smile and pretend life is perfect. Every human being has their own day-to-day struggles. I say, be grateful for what you have, and be grateful for friends (or readers, as it were) who are there to offer support when you need to complain about it. ;)
Posted by: Laura from the Chi | May 05, 2011 at 11:07 AM
All true.
Posted by: m | May 05, 2011 at 04:42 PM
Preach, sister.
Posted by: Averil | May 06, 2011 at 09:20 AM
I am grateful for you all! Thanks so much.
Posted by: All Adither | May 06, 2011 at 09:47 PM
My gosh, how many times I have felt this way and had to kick myself in the ass to get over it. I have so much privilege --- what the heck am I complaining about?
Yesterday, we were driving 7 hours home from a weekend away, and we drove through a Burger King to pick up our on-the-road lunch. At first I was irritated by this. Burger King?!?! Ugh. And then I took one bite of that fried chicken sandwich and remembered that getting a Burger King sandwich was one of my mother's "treats." She had a crummy husband and never went out for fine dinners or stayed at nice hotels or traveled on a vacation. Never.
Yesterday was Mother's Day. And that turned out to be the best fried chicken sandwich I've ever had.
Posted by: Teri | May 09, 2011 at 04:31 PM
I hear you. Get it out. xo
Posted by: Chrisy | May 10, 2011 at 07:33 AM
We've been sitting on a house we moved from nearly 3 years ago.. it's sucking the lifeblood out of us. We put it up for sale this year and so far. NOTHING. 2 months of NOTHING. Shoot me.
I agree clean water and a rockin' cell phone. Amen.
Posted by: Carissa | May 23, 2011 at 02:41 PM